Desire by Stefon Brown

Cupid was drawn to her silky brown hair,
as he mounted himself on the oak tree.
Her window had been left open all day
for the lilac air to linger throughout her bedroom.
Cupid stretched his arm back and
quarreled with the arrow, nearly losing balance.
He aimed, but couldn’t release the shot of lust.
Desire fired in his eyes for her love, affection, and compassion
Cupid’s wings fluttered vigorously
Startling the woman before they made eye contact
As he turned his back and ascended away
She discovered the trench engraved on his backside from the tussle with his own arrow.

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