Clothes seedlings
You sleep while I'm awake.
You do not have to thank me
I'm always willing to give you pleasure.
You repay me with clothes.
I prefer nudity, nothing suits me
So use those hands on more useful things.
You scold me for being so bold
Is that my body begs for your mouth
It's because my hands itch to touch you
And my skin is allergic to tissue,
But not what your curves are made of
If you like my joke
Just bring a black scarf
The rest ends at night
Like a good bottle of wine.
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Poesias De Ninguém
PoetryPoesias, poemas e citações de uma adolescente que vive em conflito com o proprio mundo e seu unico modo de se expressar é por meio da escrita.
