he kisses like he talks
with single-mindedness and efficiency while I have wandering hands
I know that about myself
he can break you apart
with his lips alone
he is sin
he is sin in the way summer is hot
and the winter is cold
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Torschlusspanik
Poetry(n.) lit. "gate-closing panic"; a sense of anxiety or fear caused by the feeling that life's opportunities are passing by and diminishing as one ages or in my case, the fear of missing out on you.
