Tuesday, September 20, 2016


You're made up 
So beautifully
Of these tiny little atoms
Didn't I tell you
Not to play with fire
Not to split in two?
To give into desire?
But oh, I do myself
I do myself all the time 
Every atom of my being baby wants you in this moment 
And I long your finger tips 
I long for your lips

Your finger tips 

Your lips

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