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Almost There

I’ll never stop biting the liquid off of your back

Cheek leaning on the palm of my languid lack

It’s eating away like vinegar on my tongue

Dripping like an impulse of invigoration unsung


And then there’s the sound of the softness of your invitation

The hesitation in my lips and your musical sensation

In which I redirect the childlike mind running my heart

I dream of petrifying our past and finally getting our start



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Can we please just fuck

I’ll put on a gold necklace

That melts down my lithe sternum

Leaking into my skin to coat my bones

Every movement I’ve carefully made

Is because of little old you

Purely, powerfully penetrating

Like I want you to penetrate me


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This dark slumber

I’ll remind you of the touch my hand,

Ahead of thousands of seconds that pass by

Our rosy young cheeks and cheeky tongues.

Remind me that you were mine,

With round eyes colored by ocean waves.

Bless me with a waking morning soon

When we are not parted by a dozen moons.

Find me sleeping with our words and punctuation

Under a bridge of running, unbridled water,

Wake me gently from this dark slumber.



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Blanket Math

Cold moans begin to kiss my back

It’s arched and I groan and my neck goes flat

I fiercely hold onto an old blanket

And find it’s wrinkled like blank pages

I sting and open my dry mouth wide

While my stomach turns around to hide

Sweating and moving in rhythm

Can’t seem to forget that I love him

Heated nothings lukewarm on my throat

Someone wraps around me like a coat

Sitting in silence is the only cure

The blanket, wrinkled, is my lure

Goosebumps even though it’s eighty

Hot as hell but this someone’s eyes are shady

Too tired to move, too dry to laugh

I repeat the cold, but can’t do the math

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Working for the Long Nights

Let’s just have a bit of fun

So that neither of us have to take the plunge

I’ll appease you

Until you decide that this is through

I’ll love you

For six years or more

Until I feel like nothing but a whore

Wonder if you’re real or not

Until I’m consumed with complete distraught

And when I move on to the East

Your music will fill my ears

Fame will hit you hard

And I will be far, far, far