Sucker Punched

Racking up
Packing up
Pieces
That peeled from my body
Like you
And turned blue
With envy for
His touch
That rejuvenated and inundated
Every appreciated look
He saved for me
He washed the color
And long strokes
Of hope
In sage and yellow
And planted a jungle of security
Lush and plentiful
That covered thoroughly
The entire continent
Of my doubts
And insecurities
You were the ying
To my yang
And when we did our thang
It felt like we were floating
On air
That intoxicated
And saturated
Me every where
How could I be so lucky
To have been sucker punched
By the force or your torch
That enflames me
With desires
Sexy touch.

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