You gradually licked the little stain of her strawberry flavored lip gloss
left on your lip line as you start shaving off your goatee.
You could still feel the pressure from her chest when she threw
her arms around you one cold night.
You dazed yourself with the smell of her flirtatious scented perfume
when you bit her neck from side to side.
You imagined the perfect curves of her hips as you try to draw
her figure on the mirror. But you heaved a deep sigh.
Alas! You could have married her. And then,
you went inside your bathroom door.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 1:16 AM UTC
You gradually licked the little stain of her strawberry flavored lip gloss
left on your lip line as you start shaving off your goatee.
You could still feel the pressure from her chest when she threw
her arms around you one cold night.
You dazed yourself with the smell of her flirtatious scented perfume
when you bit her neck from side to side.
You imagined the perfect curves of her hips as you try to draw
her figure on the mirror. But you heaved a deep sigh.
Alas! You could have married her. And then,
you went inside your bathroom door.
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