Ugh

Ugh

A Poem by scarlynn

Forget the glove. 
Intimately speaking, 
we don't really connect 
unless the lights are off. 
This is already really raunchy. 
In silvers and purple shadows 
he actually looks beautiful
I hear the parts of his voice 
that no one else gets to hear 
and with an audience that wide.
The cats stare at me every time. 
I know they can sense demons, 
so they are probably seeing me. 
I'm drunk at 3 pm. 

© 2018 scarlynn


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Added on March 9, 2018
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scarlynn
scarlynn

Canada



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