She's Inside Me

Behind her stargazed lips
and black nail polish,

beneath her tranced
and umber nippled
heaviness,

beside the somber
petticoat
and v-neck sweater,

consuming candy
on a stick,

her worldly
outlook spies
the tapping
self-deluded
trap.

Seeing me
as I am,
she pulls
the sucker
from her mouth
and polish speaks
a treble clef
summation,
and this is when
her undisrupted
sense of smell
hones in
and finds
the scent
of somewhat
scanned
and uninvolving
intonations.

She lures me
to her triple tongue
and grasping
at my throat
espies my face
and stares into
the nature
of my being.

We've had sex,
raw and powerful.

But now she wants
to own my thoughts
and fuck my mind
and have me
fully.

She understands me,
and wants
to let me know
that
she's in
all the way.

I know,
because
she told me so.

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