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Lick me from top to bottom;
Unwind me like a cherry.
Trace your fingers over every inch of my unearthed Body like you’re exploring a few thousand acres of land.
You do know you’re a trespasser right?
I am not your private property.
Yet the taste of me still lingers on your luscious tongue;
Strawberries and whipped cream.
-ST
Trees shed their burnt orange leaves,
The way you shed me off your uncanny skin.
Your eyes slowly undress the silk wrapped around my voluptuous frame,
The way the rusty crinkled leaves waltz to the ground.
The September sadness takes over my vector.
Your mood changes like the four seasons;
You’re summer when we make crisp roasting love.
You’re winter when you spit out your viciously cold venom.
You’re spring when you flourish me with affection.
You’re autumn when you morph into a completely new person;
Completely unlike a caterpillar to a butterfly.
One day he loves me,
One day he loves me not.
All I want is to reignite your fervent flame.
-ST
Press down hard on me like I’m one of the keys on your grand piano.
Ignite the spark within my being like I’m a match and you’re the flint.
If only your love for me was as intense as your lust and sheer wrath.
Your lies shower down in shards of glass, slicing open my gullible and unguarded skin.
The barricade is no more, merely a pile of debris lining the floor.
Maybe if you aimed the missile in any direction bar my heart, we could have stood a chance.
-ST
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Sunrise in Venice - 5.44am by Lorenzo Scudiero
