Thursday, December 17, 2015

The G-Spot

dear Life,
you turn me on
to myself,
making me grope
between
darkened walls
that move and shift
constantly,
taking me deeper
into a void
that I cannot fathom
with restless
hands and eyes
that can only look
for what they know;
dear Life,
you take me
to that sweet spot,
where pain and joy
are born and die,
the G-spot
that holds me
in an orgasmic dance,
turned on
by myself
and all of you,
dear Life.



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