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Jan 2020
As your fingers travel up my thighs,
the melancholy trumps the lust.

As your lips lean in closer to mine,
the chaps in my mind trumps the quiver of my subtle lips.

When you look at my body in thoughts of savouring it,
I hope it's my mind and soul that satiates your hunger.

Call me baby when you're touching me
Call me an emotional trainwreck otherwise

That's only just so you know,
just as you're eating me out,
you're also slowly chewing my numb heart out.
Written by
meetingtheflowers  Kuala Lumpur
(Kuala Lumpur)   
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