3 floors up
A bevy
Of opportunity was seen
Waiting to be conquered
And in the span of a lull
As the whisper
Of chance
Whispered playfully
In her ear
She wept
Besides,
What is
A friendly caress
At the departure
And strawberry lips
Refusing to reveal
The ultimate mystery
Compared to
The faint smell of cornstarch
Lingering on crumpled sheets?
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 7:41 PM UTC
3 floors up
A bevy
Of opportunity was seen
Waiting to be conquered
And in the span of a lull
As the whisper
Of chance
Whispered playfully
In her ear
She wept
Besides,
What is
A friendly caress
At the departure
And strawberry lips
Refusing to reveal
The ultimate mystery
Compared to
The faint smell of cornstarch
Lingering on crumpled sheets?
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