You’re in my guts
Pictures and all
Until I rush to the toile
And adhere your redolence
To my nose
Outside I’m in another state
Another time another place
My fingers sampling your abs
Your lips, the cool air outside
The Jaguar. The way your father spoke
To me. Until, until, until.
You tease me back to sleep. Please
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 5:56 AM UTC
You’re in my guts
Pictures and all
Until I rush to the toile
And adhere your redolence
To my nose
Outside I’m in another state
Another time another place
My fingers sampling your abs
Your lips, the cool air outside
The Jaguar. The way your father spoke
To me. Until, until, until.
You tease me back to sleep. Please
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