past anticipation
nside20
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Rolling on top
kissing the mouth of you
trying to seperate the soul.
We sound like traffic
in the night air
and on into the morning
we tumble like tigers
licking faces clean
last traces of summer lust
swallowed whole
saturated past
anticipation.
kissing the mouth of you
trying to seperate the soul.
We sound like traffic
in the night air
and on into the morning
we tumble like tigers
licking faces clean
last traces of summer lust
swallowed whole
saturated past
anticipation.
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in the night air"
Oooo, I like that line, nside20! I feel fire and passion in this poem and I like it!