his lips dripped with red wine
as they explored my body
as though it were a map
and he was lost.
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some words about love
Poetrychaos erupts in my mind flowing down to my soul so that a fire burns within me with him as the source. how do i keep the flames at bay? how do I put them out? I write. I write so my words become the spray of a hose washing over me over you over lov...
red wine
his lips dripped with red wine
as they explored my body
as though it were a map
and he was lost.
