Brilliant hues of pink shades.
They pass my face and make me whimper.
I whisper as equal halves of the both of us.
Between many winding fruit you
Cake yourself in sugars and oily juices.
Private parts all waxy and gelled up.
Slick
Skin meets skin.
We say hello a number of times.
You have prickly hairs.
We rise and fall in the moonlight.
Parents haven't come home yet.
It'll be days before we speak again.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 2:44 PM UTC
Brilliant hues of pink shades.
They pass my face and make me whimper.
I whisper as equal halves of the both of us.
Between many winding fruit you
Cake yourself in sugars and oily juices.
Private parts all waxy and gelled up.
Slick
Skin meets skin.
We say hello a number of times.
You have prickly hairs.
We rise and fall in the moonlight.
Parents haven't come home yet.
It'll be days before we speak again.
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