the tingling trace
of your prickly face
down my neck
followed by soft pecks
like the whetted dry grass in the summer
that we laid on until we heard thunder
you were so ****** such a clutter
and i was the lover that had to suffer
you stabbed me and i apologized
after all it was my fault that i fell for your disguise
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 11:48 PM UTC
the tingling trace
of your prickly face
down my neck
followed by soft pecks
like the whetted dry grass in the summer
that we laid on until we heard thunder
you were so ****** such a clutter
and i was the lover that had to suffer
you stabbed me and i apologized
after all it was my fault that i fell for your disguise
Request permission to use this poem