An attempt at poetry. It was fun!

You meant much to me
I touched you, felt you
tasted you, bit you
inhaled your scent
tried your clothes
tried to fuck you
in your clothes
marveled in your magnificence.

You meant too much to me
I tried to touch you, feel you again,
taste you, bite you again
inhale your scent
become you
fuck you, again
it’s veiled in the faint scent of decay now
because of what you became to me.

Your mother
I want to thank her
congratulate her
tell her what you meant to me
too much
but she won’t care
too many have touched you, felt you, tasted you, bitten you, inhaled your scent, worn your clothes, tried to fuck you, in your clothes
marveled within you
and I can’t reach her anyway.

So I fool myself
I taste you again
but you are memory now
fading quickly
I actually panic, if only a little
I gulp that scent of decay that lingers down
if I can’t keep you here I’ll swallow you whole
hide you inside me
digest you
perhaps you’ll mean more if others can’t see you
or perhaps it’ll stop you from fading.

The ex sensation.