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Sep 2020
-her full
and
longing lips

-her thighs
that bring me
deep into
a mischief
so raw
and sweet

-every
granular
part of her
tasted
like
fresh,
pure
cane sugar

-she was
unhealthy
for my heart
but,

my
throbbing
sweet tooth
no longer
heeds the
warning

-death
couldn't be,

any
sweeter


'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️
TheConcretePoet
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TheConcretePoet  Isle of Poet
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