remember when you laid your body on top of me
remember when you put your hand around my neck
i wanna feel the heat of your chest
anytime
play with my hair
but beware
i'll bite
i wanna see you during the night
underneath the moonlight
stoke
choke
provoke
YOU ARE READING
flora // poetry
Poetry"My fake plants died because I did not pretend to water them." - Mitch Hedberg
