Been a day since
You asked to see my body
just like a kid that would ask a homework
That he won't do anyway.
Why wont you devour me like a doctor would do
With pages from a new book of anatomy
On the table where he studies acompanied by the music of his dreams
Like I used to joke with you that you will do?
To pick the fingers as the wetness of your mouth
Sweetened by the flavors of you I could recognise even after centuries
Would torment my temple of flesh as I'd scream loud
The hymn of my love, my suffer and worries.
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Something I can't tell
PoetryI don't know why I wrote a fricking long poem and at this moment I am afraid to ask myself because I wouldn't like the answer. Hopefully, "Something I can't tell" won't turn into a sequel because someone should check if I am still myself and not som...
