lusted history
can't quite finish
regretting everything
longing for another chance
and the fear
that I would fuck it all up again
and the labia brings you back
whispering pussy
talks to the end of your tongue
wagging
it screams to your head
when your heart remains black
emotionally cheating the newness
of evolution
and lust is the only thing we do well
these summer days
and confidence is easy to breach
when the hatefulness seeps
in.
