i cry myself to
sleep most nights
thinking about the
time we first touched
and how i felt your
wandering hands against
my waist and the scent
of your cologne when i
kissed your neck and
you bit my lips
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He Was My First Love (A Collection of Poems)
PoetryA collection of poems that explore my train of thought and how I view every day life, with some short stories in the mix.
