the lust-filled air summons us,
our hearts bent on breaking.
I have reached my limit for
raising hell and you
throw up a white flag.
surrendering never looked
so sexy.
this is what I tell myself
as I watch your body
cascade away from me . . .
you are a rhythm I fear
but I long for too.
could I be falling for the image
of you?
we lie awake
aware of the tempest between us
and life saddles us with
a harsh decision . . .
lean in or run away,
I choose to surrender.
A Cornered Gurl 
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