Love no longer seems to be poetic anymore.
No sprituality,
No romance at all.
Bruises on neck.
A cut on lip.
***** thirst,
Hunger and whims.
No longer kisses ignite the spark.
Sprituality of a hug is gone so far.
Hands don't wrap,they just slide in.
No shoulder to lean on,
But many tongues to synchronize with.
Love is shy.
Unhooked straps are bold.
Love no longer seems to be poetic anymore.