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Mar 2017
and i get that come over text
you’ve been up all night drinking
while I got ****** in my bed
I said, give me five. then, on my way

You answer the door and invite me to sit
and I cant remember how it happened but
one minute you’re lighting the **** for me
because my arms won’t reach and the next
I can taste the yuengling on your lips
and your hands are everywhere,
you know just how to touch me,
I’ve always wondered how this would feel

when it’s over I let you put your head on my chest
while your hands trace patterns across my skin
I leave just before we both fall asleep
this didn’t mean anything.
Jett
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