the smell of clean clothes
a smile becomes a laugh becomes a moan
the pile of rubble crumbles
and you fill my head with the soft vibrating sounds
of lustful "oohs" and "aahhs".
within a shack of a house on a hill
you turn the heart between my legs
into a puddle of water color stains
and the weight of your love
crushes down upon my own.
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