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
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Author:
D (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 24th, 2018 02:59
- Category: Love
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Comments1
I wish I could read this.
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