the shape of your lips,
the way they press against mine
feel so natural and organic
that I can't imagine
having anyone else's in your place.
YOU ARE READING
wilting
Poetryjust a couple poems I started working on, figured I might as well let you know I'm not dead and I do still exist
my one
the shape of your lips,
the way they press against mine
feel so natural and organic
that I can't imagine
having anyone else's in your place.
