i forgave you

you betrayed me last night,
in my dreams. A vivid scene
dripping with paint and tangled in ivy,
i forgave you–even when you went for round two.
you did not have to make love to her,
the way you did. an unleashed passion
that threatened to disrupt our reality,
you ate her up like it was your last meal.
a fresh fruit, plump and sticky with juices,
you finished your plate and demanded thirds.
heavy and full from her, face sticky
from her throaty responses, i forgave you.
drunk on your conquest, i forgave you.
Even as the fantasy collapsed
and you threw your head back and laughed,
i forgave you.
i forgave you.

  1. Love this – very visceral !

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    1. Thank you so much 🙂 ❤

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