for I know it's the kindness at the core
the ripe heart of it all
tender, fresh and sweet
that at the end
it's the only thing...
always, but oh I'd anything for you to look at me
at the end, there's girls so pretty and divine
full of love and life and sweetness I can't give
dripping with sugar, but also something bitter (you like it) you're weak at the knees, it's called desire, sweet.
the ripe heart of mine throbs
tender, fresh and sweet
filled to the brim with kindness at the core
I want more
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jolie memphis
PoetrySuzanne led me over to the gap, that pale opaque liquid seeping into my skin-honey, I realised. she leaned in close, voice warm and soft, the scent of aniseed on her breath. you can be anyone you want, she whispered. I closed my eyes. who are yo...
