His lips are tart like lime
And there is far too much alcohol
in my system.
I know that this will only last one night, I know the bed will be cold and I will regret this in the morning.
However, the sun is not up
and I want to be in the arms of someone familiar.
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Of Citrus, Honey, and Melancholy ● Poetry ●
Poetry❝Part into me like an orange and make me spill over your fingertips.❞ ------------------------ An original collection of poetry and raw confessions about queer sexuality and pain. Please read at your own discrimination.
