darling girl,
I wish you’d kiss me with your
honeysuckle lips, sun-sweetened and
chapped,
I’d let you **** me softly
in the quiet glow of the street lamps
that halo-frame your hair.
Heartbeats in the wind
on days like this, with you,
echo in the gap between us,
I watch you when I lose my words,
and your smile brings them back,
honeyed and harmonic.
If ever in this life I’m granted
wishes one, two, three,
they’d all belong to you,
darling girl.
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 2:33 AM UTC
darling girl,
I wish you’d kiss me with your
honeysuckle lips, sun-sweetened and
chapped,
I’d let you **** me softly
in the quiet glow of the street lamps
that halo-frame your hair.
Heartbeats in the wind
on days like this, with you,
echo in the gap between us,
I watch you when I lose my words,
and your smile brings them back,
honeyed and harmonic.
If ever in this life I’m granted
wishes one, two, three,
they’d all belong to you,
darling girl.
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