warm honey ▸ poetry

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dark living room
flashing led lights
6am
our friends were gone
sitting on your lap
vodka in hand
other hand on the back of your neck
your hands on me
on my sides
on my neck
in my hair
your hot breath on my neck
placing small kisses
"no lips"
because that wouldn't be right
my lover's at home
pacing the floor with anxiety
noses touch
sighs of desperation
frustration
a wish to mold together
gone with the wind
forget
forget
forget
i wish to forget
but i can't