It feels like you're throwing pebbles of glass at me When you rejected me.
You call it the protection,
But I call it the rejection
Of what you truly want,
And what we truly want,
And what our tingles truly want.
Our tangled want to meet,
But you rejected for the protection—
That makes you long
For the flipping days of the calendar,
Till the protection turned into
Tingly, slippery slides.
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Author:
GothAngel (
Online) - Published: July 19th, 2026 07:14
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Comments1
A poetic write of fantasy denied it is sensual and a tease that is not taken. Well written
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