Dori

lovers

 

lovers

 

pretty little things

from your mouth to mine

a feeling so divine

a lightness like wine

 

your intimacy is a poison

you fill me up and empty me

an emptiness never satiated

i am inebriated

i am nauseated

your touch is serrated

but your embrace

always awaited.

 

you love me and you leave me

my puckered lips so keen

your cherry eyes glazed

i love you nicotine

Comments1

  • GON

    I wish I could read this.



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