You said my eyes could talk
and make love to you
with a flick of lashes,
and you have to feel them
with your tongue
to taste the language.
And my lips were candied cotton fluff
that you wanted to gorge on,
until you were blue.
And my body was a sea
in a sun-lit afternoon
for you to bath in the warmth
and drown in pleasure.
You said my love was like a jar
of aromatic oil, its fragrance
lingered in the air
and kissed your skin.
But your love was like a hurricane
that came and swirled my world
into havoc, then destroyed and left
me to pick out your pieces.
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