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Alexandria Jones
December 8th, 2020
I hate to love you
Skin made of ivory, delicate yet resilient, sharper than
glass.
Sprawled on the surface, she commands me to dance…
Undeniably irresistible, a prepossessing vision that’s seen
by too many.
Combatting her words are out of sight, out of mind. She
cynically smiles as I oblige to her demands.
Encased in transparency, I unzip her dress, revealing her
piercing soul that ruptures my own.
We sway to the rhythm and whirl to the beat while our
bodies perspire in a sultry ambience, far too surreal to be
anything but.
