found a lover.

Beneath her thighs

you guard your lies

because attraction depends on the day.
Hollow rain

makes her hungry again

but she has exhausted the opportunity. 

Scibbled out lines 

make the roses unfold

and you might finally see through. 
Her sex is a success 

but does she acknowledge that? 

Her only opponent, herself.
The boys want more, 

men do, too. 

But she is not a chore.  

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About dawsoleh

Pre-Vet at University of Lethbridge, hopeful 17-year-old writer, alternative music fanatic, an over thinker at heart. Mayfair, Saskatchewan, Canada
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