i want to wrap my legs around you
be your necklace of white
jewels and sheets that smell of perfume
you know i don’t do the pronouns
i’m full of myself when i want to be
full of you in the light of moondark night
contrasting, my ego is the ring around
your finger that does not belong to me
so whispers you, “wait until August, love
when she leaves again.”
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 8:25 PM UTC
i want to wrap my legs around you
be your necklace of white
jewels and sheets that smell of perfume
you know i don’t do the pronouns
i’m full of myself when i want to be
full of you in the light of moondark night
contrasting, my ego is the ring around
your finger that does not belong to me
so whispers you, “wait until August, love
when she leaves again.”
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