she sucks
your finger
down to the knuckle
mumbling promises
that she never plans
on keeping
she kisses your neck
with her warm breath
unzipping erotic
thoughts
from your head
never exposing
any of her own
her words
mean nothing
sweet nothings
masked by
the aroma of country apple
as with many flowery douches
....she provides
solitude
for the moment
reciting poetry
from memory
destroying
everything
she touches
and you love it
because
you know
she isn't real
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