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You pick me up at 8. Nobody’s home, you’re dressed nicely after a long day, skin tight red dress. You bring me close to your face, put your lips to me, clasp mine in between yours, your tongue rolls around my delicate glassy edges, soft curves. bright red lipstick leaves a stain. you curl your fingers around me, we tilt back together. Tonight, you’re sad, lonely looking to unwind, let go, today’s been long, tiring, you need a distraction, your hand trembles as you hold me, but you won’t let go of me.
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Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC
distraction
You pick me up at 8. Nobody’s home, you’re dressed nicely after a long day, skin tight red dress. You bring me close to your face, put your lips to me, clasp mine in between yours, your tongue rolls around my delicate glassy edges, soft curves. bright red lipstick leaves a stain. you curl your fingers around me, we tilt back together. Tonight, you’re sad, lonely looking to unwind, let go, today’s been long, tiring, you need a distraction, your hand trembles as you hold me, but you won’t let go of me.
this poem is not about lust, it is about a wine glass.
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Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC
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