I feel as though the
days that pass
do so to tease me. I remember
the way you looked at me-
sex, need in your eyes. Sex.
The best sex. Love gave
tight hugs, thorough, deep
Friday, February 26, 2010
Labels:
days,
e.b. mason,
hot cocoa,
i reflect,
language,
love,
love poems,
love poetry,
poems,
poet,
poetry,
sex,
sip,
tease
Monday, February 22, 2010
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