Mukhwana

I wanted her in the bluntest way
I wanted her lips, her arse, her thighs
I wanted her the way the ocean wants the shores
Constantly reaching and running back
I wanted her the way the rain wants to fall
The way the sun wants to peer past the clouds
The way words always want to be read
I wanted her to infinity, to the millionth degree
I no longer knew what the question was
But I was pretty sure she was the only answer

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