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He Smells Like Bread Baking

I know your smell

Like warm bread,

like sweet, hot breath

It follows as I leave

It clings lazily to my clothing

and it's imbedded in my hair

 

I let the water fall on me

and so you swim down the drain

I can never get clean from you,

because you can never make me feel *****

Only alive

 

There's throbbing and aching,

in the place where you've been

I smile and remember,

as I close my eyes

You know all my sweet spots

 

You have never taken from me

You only give, and give, and give

and you're with me when I go

 

I breathe in and say,

this is what love is for

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liz-devine
American
Published
Jan 6, 2012
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