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Just put your legs on my shoulders as I lick your clit. Let me feel your legs quiver as I massage your pussy with my lips. Warm. Wet. Kissing. My tongue can dive into you and I’ll hum to send vibrations up your spine. Your thighs can tighten around my head and you’ll run your fingers thr...
writing poetry Words Words Words poetry wins of course
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Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep. You are in California, Australia, wide awake. Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone. M...
the poetry of e. e. cummings
literallywhatareyouevensaying(because ihave no fuckingidea) where did this parenthesis) come from&why is it There
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certos dramas não valem a cena
Which is better, the distant lover you long for or the one you see daily without desire?
In this world love has no color yet how deeply my body is stained by yours.
We were together. I forget the rest.
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If they are tearing your insides open and leaving them for the wolves, Stitch yourself up then walk away, and say, like a tired soldier to their country, “I love you but I will not die for you.”
Here’s what our parents never taught us: You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon, chainsmoki...
poetry poesia J.Castro
her black out poetry