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Sep 24
In the kitchen, you put
some water on, set out cups
the kettle sings, the tea smells
and I look around, stroking
the velvet of the couch

thinking of the smooth sheet
on your bed, of the softness
of your mattress and my body
stretched out on it
naked as my hand

If only it doesn't happen
that you fall in love with me
and we let yourself go
in feelings that
will end our friendship

We've known each other for a long time
You know who I am
when you come into me
to be, to be
my home
Collection "Eyes lips chest and belly"
Zywa
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