morning is here on the headboard
emptiness with October morn breeze
brushing me while the clouded sun
bask me, my bare parts of sweaty body.
you’re also here as anger as desperation
as reason of turmoil inside soul
under the waist inside the nightshort.
sun rays collaged on my body
as hand replicates the warmth
of your insidethemouth down there…
Thoughts of Words 
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