your lips on mine,
my body familiar with the choreography,
bodies brushing,
friction increasing,
this is what i do in my spare time,
for no hobby will ever truly scrub away my name on a tombstone,
my corpse left to rot six feet under,
cause of death,
lack of love,
i prithee thee,
keep me alive,
dance with me until sunrise.
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Intimacy
Poetry"bring forth the passion and lust from deep in my body, i'll put on a show just to keep myself happy, being used is better than serving no purpose at all." A poetry collection unravelling the comfort in intimacy and mental health issues linked to th...
