Fetish

Rolled here back and forth infinite times.
Smell of your body has jinxed my soul.
Caracoled there upon the place we once owned.
Thousands times, I’ve been told: it won’t go. No.

I’m hooked to your shadow like a shadow.
I’ve been treated like dirt, I know.
Ringing in my fingers, tease me still.
I’m addicted to the fume of your left-over breath.

Placid the place we once ruled is ruined.
You left me. You left me marooned.
Just a brush of your feathery fingers I seek.
Tangled, I squirm in the fetish of your dirty clothes.
I hope you would know. No?

Making sense of the gibberish, you left me in jeopardy.
I try but hatred cannot pierce through the memories.
Walking fingers upon my naked, humid body,
You’d owned this beast. You still do.

I squirm in the liquid you once made me squirt.
It makes no sense, but often I do this.
Tingling in my hips; your perfume’s got magic.
I’m addicted to your taste upon my tongue.

Placid the place we once ruled is ruined.
You left me. You left me marooned.
Just a brush of your feathery fingers I seek.
Tangled, I squirm in the fetish of your dirty clothes.
I hope you’d know.

That I’m ruined in love.

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– Stylenoir
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