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Euphoria
A delicious erotic poem….
in her skin, I found solace
in her scent, I found paradise
in her lips, I found life
something changed,
as we began to consume each other
as we got lost to the rhythmic dance of our tongues
for this euphoric high, we didn’t need to set our lungs afire
to be intertwined, breast to breast
my leg over the majestic lump of her butt
my hand resting on the small of her back
her hand clinging to my waist
and the perpetual wetness between her legs,
was euphoria on its own
NHYLAR is a 24 year QPOC who currently resides in Toronto. She uses poetry as a creative outlet for her existential rage. She writes about queer representation, living away from home, intimacy, existentialism and anything that intrigues her.
Reap what you hoe.
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