Tw: suggestive (??)
adults always say "dont talk to strangers", but what if they're hot?
skinny dipping with boys over a few roses,
i hope you think i've become skinnier and prettier,
dont lap up her blood like a vampire, not yet,
2:00 am drives to abandoned motels,
destiny glides like sweet honey over silk tongues,
freedom tastes like: sweat, cigarettes and the musk cologne of a range rover,
no more disappointment when i wake up and the car is gone,
when the warmth is gone,
skinny dipping is so fun.
!my poem!
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nymphs
Puisi'u told me as u cried- fairytales are just a lie' :: where i share my poems ! (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)
