Apr 2015
Lips grace me like the sun to the horizon.
They greet me good morning
and bid a good night.
They whisper a thousand words
with just one motion:
a gentle kiss to my skin.
They greet me good morning
and bid a good night.
They whisper a thousand words
with just one motion:
a gentle kiss to my skin.
Whoops! More gay. Sorry.
(Allentown)
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