Mental Image

I don’t want these,
I don’t need these,
These images conjured in my head,
Telling me how to feel,
Founded on the words that she said,
It was all perfect,
It was dark,
And I could feel the sparks in her hand,
Ahhhh but baby you opened the floodgates,
And at my center,
The very fiber of my own moral being,
I was slammed.

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About brettspadaro

Attempting to complete a business degree in southern California. Dream big, act rationally. Go for what you believe in.

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