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these lids are not one tight

Sleep is calling me by my middle name

without a trace of shame, indudling my ears with tempting sins

and popping beaneath my skin are flavours all too sinitating

and how could i resists the opportinity She's offering?



oh  you prowel as you seduce me

injecting, inciting, inviting me so soft and sternly

to come join you



between these sheets, you're tickling my cold feet

and we're laughing

and then all too suddenly we're fumbling

in ourselves to eachother

kissing one another another



lingering tastes of you roams my mouth for a while

the secnt of you

a big breath in two

parts dancing



anf if i see one more 'how to say i love you - at bargain prices'

i'll cut my tears in slices

and serve it wish a slowed down kiss

so people will know that's the way to do it