Ration kisses
Marks on misses
Drops drip lips kiss
Left prints so deep
Marinated in rouge
Tells the tale of yearning
Exhale, sigh, inhale keep pressed
Keep on kneading my memory
Until the original repeats
itself
Over and over and over
I play the rhythm you claim
Synchronize beats we aim
When high on lifeforce
Willing the will to push more
We bore forth and tore
Desire the cushion we lay
As dusk took on the break of day
Tender kisses
Evaporate
Take on our form
We wake
satiate
This poem speaks to me. It’s telling me to do a post abou this exact thing on my blog at 2am in the morning…lol.
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