Quarantined Everything But My Soul

I had a dream about you last night.

Ride me and whisper all night long. Bite my lip and tell me you’re my only sacrifice. Shudder, even cry. But don’t ever stop. Ima poet. What you see is what they get. But what I don’t say, I hide away to be deposited in the kisses on your cheeks. My hands follow every tingle in your breasts, steering you towards the light at the end of a tunnel. Your mouth is a pit, I don’t want to leave.

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