☽
burning in my throat
wasn't sure from the musty air or the infected kiss you gave me
but i want more,
is that gluttony?pretending to miss that glance in the hallway but how the love tides are breaking my insides, that a husky hello slithered its way out;
and then your back turned,
eyes bearing straight into my souln.s.
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A/N I cannot be more elated it's the last day tomorrow then Netflix can finally be awakened
YOU ARE READING
Dusk Till Dawn
Şiiri can't sleep, so i write. "poetry by a clinomaniac" {lower case intended} all Rights Reserved ©️ by @noah-sleeps