Our legs all tangled like rope
Just how I like it
And my arm cascades down the cliff of your stomach
Like a human waterfall.
And I saw that it was good.
The bed is too hot, and we've kicked off the covers
And we're writing poems we can't show our mothers
My hand runs down your leg and I've written another
I smile in the dark as you barely shudder
Just how I like it.
Somewhere in the darkness I'm stuck on a verse
But kisses and eyelashes bring out the words
Heartbeats like hollowpoints bursting the dark
I hum sappy songs like you've stolen my heart.
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Dude, I seriously think you need a wife.
Yeah, I think you're right.
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