laying on the bed with
your hand on my neck
I'm thrusting the way you
whisper all those
pretty tiny things
into the
tight wet spot
right above my chin
right below your hips
kissing lip to lips
harder than you could've
made 17 minutes pass
with nothing to say
i burned the table
when you lit the match
with your cigarette and
the flames hopped
hot
keep your hand at your cheek
hold the string taut
close your eye
the target
pounds between
the tits
bullseye
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