sorry, love, I meant feelings
and your heart-pulse-beat-rate
harting-hearting-hurting-burning
and pushing my way into your pockets
i'm trying to push you past
my past in order to
learn a
thing
or
two
about
your
m a y b e
yes or
yes yes yes
and
breathing for the sake of wanting to hold you
tighter
than when you fucked me before when my eyes were closed and your hands had closed and i was close and you were closer
and i was choking on your silence the same way that i was swallowing my inhibitions
and realizing
[even though I thought I finished an hour before]
e v e r y d a y
i love you a little more than i did the day before
and it'll be a masterpiece
when my tongue
tastes you
tasting it
back.
if i could pour candy dreams into your mind and kiss all your longing
i would never stop
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