Poetry #2
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showering drunken kisses upon her wet lips the night burns with fire and wine she says she’s ugly that somehow she’s not good enough but i can’t keep my hands off her breathless and wild there’s nothing more i want than to take her in my arms and make us one surrounded by neon ghosts Read more
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sophie says i’m sick when i tell her i want to see what she looks like inside sophie says i’m sick when i part her hair and caress her breasts so pert beneath a floral dress sophie says i’m sick when my nicotine stained fingers pinch her nipples until the tears well in her pretty Read more
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give me a lover who dreams like i do not another obsessed by the mundane oh, the banality of our lives lusted after with blind stupidity in the blind hope that to become like everyone else will somehow set us free instead, take me by the hand and dare to step outside let’s get lost Read more
