can i kiss
my morning dew
off your lips
leave your imprints
on my hips
remnants of last night
from my wine glass, slow sips
twists turns and flips
our sheets now have rips
spread me open
with the tip...
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Cognizance
PoetryThis is an assemblage of poetry from my conscience. They range from my thoughts on love, sex, depression, the world, to whatever else people think about while looking out a window, or taking a shower, or lying in bed. Enter at your own risk. This is...
