Still got the taste of you on the tip of my tongue
Legs wrapped around my neck like bear hugs
Sheets wrinkled;
gripped by your fingers
Scratches look like art on my shoulders
Moaning til the sun comes up
But I’ll still be down here
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What an ending couplet. Really really like the juxtaposition between the up and the down.
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