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Feb 2018
I would call it taboo
They would call it disgrace
When I kiss from your neck
Right up to your face

Lingering touches
Hold more than you know
Naked and vulnerable
Still so much too show

Born from my heartbreak
You were never one to speak
So actions spoke loudest
And it was beautifully bleak

Stripped down from our clothes
Soft skin gliding together
The bridge has been crossed
But I could stay here forever

When our souls intertwine
Is when I feel most at home
Yet, between friends and lovers
Is a place called ‘alone’

And so you tell me you love me
I know what you mean
But I can’t help but wonder
What might have been

And so I kiss from your neck
Right up to your face
Because to be alone with you
Is my favourite place
stank man
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