By Aundréa Murray and Tavarius Shines
Your outsides feel
so good inside of me.
Like cold water
hitting your throat,
I can sense the rush of both pain and pleasure
Drop after drop.
You were as close to claustrophobic,
as a first cousin.
As I knew yours,
so Victoria like.
I felt the prints you left.
you’ve made your mark.
Most of me wanted to get a grip.
All of me wanted you to keep your grip.
With flashbacks of my throwbacks,
I look forward to the future.
So Deloreon like.