your
rough fingers
linger
below
my trembling
lips
like a wasp
with a stinger
sends a
zinger
to my
hips
i want
to be
your
last
first kiss
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
your
rough fingers
linger
below
my trembling
lips
like a wasp
with a stinger
sends a
zinger
to my
hips
i want
to be
your
last
first kiss
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