Seductive little lies
escape your lips
like lullabies.
Truth is but daydream
when I dance between
your thighs.
If morning comes,
I'll greet the sun
and wake
from toxic
ecstasy,
but until then
I'll say amen
and worship
every second
with a lustful
apathy.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 10:18 PM UTC
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