POEM
By MRT
I give you little and hear that chess
Cat smile
Coveted
The way those pillow lips tumble back the same way your hands hold my head as your crash there and then
your lips meet in front of your teeth again and I want to taste between there and feel the hot of your breath
Breathing in my hair
And can you please just check
That I can
Explicit
On
Explicit
Didactic; for there is
Something to leave
Protected
Hearts whispers
Blows of kisses
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