10.21.21

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Suck awhile on your yummy lower lip.

1 am, you should've come on time

so we can make out, 

so I can show you my shooter

and still get to sleep on time.

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Your baby head picked a pillow on my belly.

No discussion of intention

just sexual tension, taut.

Can I grab your candy pumpkin ass?

Notice how I ask permission.

That's generational. 

Because you touched my dick

then asked me after.

Good thing I've wanted you

since your shorts at Leimart Park.

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Your skin dipped in karmic potion.

I saw you light the incense and drink in all the smoke.

My scent cannot compete.

Long armpit hair captures senseless fuckery.

Promise, I scrubbed for you.

I hope you're still in love with me.

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Ya, I've been here before.

Quiet breathing collides 

without room to brawl.

Spirits biting at the chomp

to animate and fight our every human flaw.

Only then can sex and war be fluent.

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