all i can think about
is how your lips feel
like the richest silk on my
cold, untouched skin.
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Daydreams
Poetryin a land of wonder, she built up her slumber twas an eternal slumber, in which she finally laid in peace.
i.
all i can think about
is how your lips feel
like the richest silk on my
cold, untouched skin.
