There exists a type of loneliness
that can never be described.
Too big of a void
That a body cannot hide.
An emptiness - a stoic smile
A feeling that - never dies.
No one taken can understand
Those looks of lust and sin.
That broken silhouette
of lovers mating in the sun swept sea,
Convulsing of pleasure
in momentary ecstasy.
Pendulum swinging with orgasms
breaking
A feeling a soul will never go on
forgetting.
It's those innocent winks,
Those deadly promises
That keep one alive
Until nothing is left to be broken.
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