slick wet sexy
slippery
i love lips
I miss the feel of your skin on me
the memory of its smooth ruggedness
tugs at my chest like a picture of oxygen
while im drowning
a reflection of the moon on the surface of my water
it could not exist without the moon itself
under my sweater I smell delicious
how would you know
its been ages since you touched me
you dont look at me anymore
if only you knew how much
softness you’re missing
its nice here beneath the sheets
of intimacy
in my folds
counting breaths
off my bones

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