The taste of cigarettes and coffee on your breathe,the smell of my perfume stuck in your head.It was better than the oil surrounding you for hours you said.
Lipstick stains on your neck. Lipstick smeared on our lips. Soft eyes,soft lips.
Intoxicating.
The taste of cigarettes and coffee still lingering on my lips.
Originally written on March 3,2021.
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Author:
Matt Angel (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
'yeah,
hair, wet
stuck in fingers, lingering in feel
tangled up in my stuttering, lung
hair shampoo
scent, as my addiction in life..
soft
lips, curves - arms
hips
everything!
serenity, in a hug..
I too, was deemed
worthy
of love, once...'
(sorry
your words, got me lost
dogpaddling
in my watery eyes;
tangled
in these reverie words, I type
fast
so as to stop, memory's
live feed, playback...)
a great write!
thank you, dear Poet
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