I give you permission
To dream of me
In something that comes off easily.
I consent to your hands
Trailing down my body
Until my vision goes spotty.
Touch me at every red light.
Make me feel right.
Don't make me ask again.
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
I give you permission
To dream of me
In something that comes off easily.
I consent to your hands
Trailing down my body
Until my vision goes spotty.
Touch me at every red light.
Make me feel right.
Don't make me ask again.
(This is the poem's end.)
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