This is where the world ends:
in between your legs.
Locked within a prison,
I cannot contain.
I wonder how many men
have been through this door,
tasting them on my lips
as you wash upon my shore.
I don’t reveal my grievances
for fear of losing you.
I turn it into aggression,
as we spitefully screw.
We scream, you claw, I thrust, you cum,
then we lay with our thoughts.
Staring at each other,
like we’re trying to take snapshots.
Words dangle heavy in my throat,
like I was in your vast cavern,
but they don’t come: my doomed future.
Silence lingers ever after.
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