the absent embrace of your lips
holds a vast expanse of emptiness
any moment I believe
your tongue might summon me,
your slave, your willing servant
to the precipice of your peach glossed
cupid's bow
hot breath and highlight infused sweat
tittered in between our intimate moments
our cheeks rubbed against one another
our mouths overwhelmed, dripped in lustful saturation
your taste had always been pomegranate
your neck, salty as wild rice
I recall your gasps
excited by my mouth of bitter cocoa
my skin loud, mimicking our Kush clouds
its sad to believe we have lingered
silently, mere inches between our navels
our hands tracing each other's sorrow
each finger pricked against a broken heart
I'd like to believe our end was softer
gentle like your hips
the continual pressing of forgiveness
against us, between us, within us
whispered from your long lost lover
pressed against your glistening lip
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC
the absent embrace of your lips
holds a vast expanse of emptiness
any moment I believe
your tongue might summon me,
your slave, your willing servant
to the precipice of your peach glossed
cupid's bow
hot breath and highlight infused sweat
tittered in between our intimate moments
our cheeks rubbed against one another
our mouths overwhelmed, dripped in lustful saturation
your taste had always been pomegranate
your neck, salty as wild rice
I recall your gasps
excited by my mouth of bitter cocoa
my skin loud, mimicking our Kush clouds
its sad to believe we have lingered
silently, mere inches between our navels
our hands tracing each other's sorrow
each finger pricked against a broken heart
I'd like to believe our end was softer
gentle like your hips
the continual pressing of forgiveness
against us, between us, within us
whispered from your long lost lover
pressed against your glistening lip
old lovers still hold feelings.
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