You had the audacity to claim
Your love language dripped off my tongue
I didn’t know that physical touch could taste so sweet
We’ve made love to a codependent fallacy of laying in the midnight hour
In each other's anointing oil,
convincing ourselves that this is love
Not that insertion is an addiction
And the only physical touch that you are fluent in is a pelvic ******
and the only language your tongue
Is fluent in
Is betrayal
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 8:50 AM UTC
You had the audacity to claim
Your love language dripped off my tongue
I didn’t know that physical touch could taste so sweet
We’ve made love to a codependent fallacy of laying in the midnight hour
In each other's anointing oil,
convincing ourselves that this is love
Not that insertion is an addiction
And the only physical touch that you are fluent in is a pelvic ******
and the only language your tongue
Is fluent in
Is betrayal
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