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Justin S Wampler Jun 2022
It's only been a week
but I already miss her
when she leaves.

Anything that tastes this good
can't be ******* healthy
for either of us.

A Goddess's body.
She's pure, distilled
essence of woman.

Contoured perfectly
to be pressed
against me.
Justin S Wampler Jun 2022
Zzz
Sleep is important,
sometimes.

Sometimes
it doesn't matter so much,
sometimes.

Sometimes wakefulness
is just as important.

Sometimes you get more
from tossing and turning,

together.

Not always.
But, sometimes.

Just
sometimes.
Justin S Wampler Jun 2022
I fancy the fierce fog,
backlit by the morning sun.

Burn off, slowly.
The day has just begun.
Justin S Wampler Jun 2022
Can't get my **** hard,
I like her too much.

It's funny, the discrepancy.

I've ****** broads
that I don't give a **** about,
****** them hard and
never had this problem.

Love weaves it's intricate web
in my silver-gilded psyche.

It doesn't even matter
if it's love that I'm after.
It's here, and it's taken me,
regardless of what I want.

So I'll be here
with my soft ****,
hoping that love
will reciprocate.

Limply limping
towards my ill-
chosen fate.

Maybe she'll **** herself.

Maybe I'll get her pregnant,
well...
not with this soft **** I won't.
I needn't be paranoid
about that, just yet.

Maybe we can just be...




happy?




Maybe we can tread the waters between
such poetic extremes,
a child,
a death.

So,
would you like to
just float with me?

We can drift amidst
these in-betweens.
Justin S Wampler Jun 2022
Until you hate me,

you'll love me.

Liquor, and love lost.
Left.
Leaving.

Right?

Everyone leaves,
no one is left.
What's right?

What's
wrong?


What's
write?
I'll be your fondest memories,
you'll be my greatest regret.
Justin S Wampler Jun 2022
There's a knife for you
buried under two feet of snow.
There, you'll find purpose.

You'll find beauty.

You'll find meaning
in the interstitial drops
of burgundy that spatter
the billowy white blanket
of cold.

As your hand disturbs
the pristine surface,
and plunges further
into numbness;
you'll feel good.
You'll feel God.
You'll feel free.

Oh, the freedom you'll feel.
Oh, the freedom.
The peace.
The quiet,
the solace,
the relief...

God,
the relief...

There's a knife for you,
for anyone. For everyone.
If you're willing to dig deep enough.
If you're willing to clench blindly
through the frigid snow.

There's a knife for me too, but






my hand is cold.
Justin S Wampler Jun 2022
When clouds move aside
and let the rays shine,
life seems to be smiling.

Radiant teeth are
a mid-June sky
biting ceaselessly
into my eyes.
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