power animal is the brand

she faked it for so long

that it finally stuck


with him

with him

there’s no hiding

he slides down her shirt

charting kisses like algorithms

up her neck

abstract to introduction

their lips meet

slippery and sweet

and it rattles

the ground she walks on

forgetting Amy Cuddy,

she can’t stand tall

with him, she’s

usually horizontal

his fingers sink inside her

like a mad painter in a stroke of genius

mixing colors together

faster and faster

he holds her closer

he sees her

on different dimensions

from lioness to whimpering mess

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