2nd
i wait upon the bridge as
you make sweet rain to my ears
your scent is flawless
at times i need a good stretch
hear and
___________________________ there
blood pumps and bumps through me at rates
i can only imagine rank up there with twice twinkled stars
mind frozen, concentrated yet again upon the lovely of the frame
took that moment we all run by and threw my ropes and gave it a name
a name you won’t soon forget,
one that’ll make you HOWL
Fresh aging makes for delicious accents
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develop into steam later
buried in the cemetery of my memories.
swallow leaves of sky while i itch the inside.
being back has its pleasures and aches.
i’m working on improvements that shall entail nude dips in ocean sides, howls, and sauce from the teet of her breast
suck away soon enough