We bed
as friends
lovers
soul-mates
For Fun
and sports
and good health
and no
reason at all
You were a flirt
Engaged
wild and crazy
Going though
men
wallets
hearts
bedrooms
and lives
and I was one
of many
past and future
encounters
I drank your venom
eagerly
Grudgingly awaiting
the day
we would wake up
as strangers
and I
broke
and drained
dry dry husk
of my former
self
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