you’ve been prevented from the start
that my heart will trample you… softly;
even so, you didn’t care and swung in
sabotaging it begging for my juicy fire
to torture you while your wettish lips
structured by lust echo bathed my face,
my hands and my metaphorical spaces
turning you like and into a tender dance
smoothly joined in the vortex of my ink
✓✍🏻 ;₎₎
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © coco
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