My Flesh empty, My Soul bare

#poetry

Around me I see lust, lust for my flesh. Eyes ever darkening likened to charcoal, their sweet words turned sore-predators.

Staring, slightly overly they stretch their hands touching my skin. I wanna be lost, my flesh empty- my soul bare.

Itching I am, to be lost in their midst I desire. All they want is talk-talk and more talk. Call’ text’ fading – some days more blurred.

My soul bare-my flesh empty.

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