BluesA Poem by snci
your lips taste like morning coffee,
every sip i make warms up my soul. your chest like pillows, every snuggle feels like home. your arms are like blankets, holding me tight. your eyes are like the moon, lighting up my entire night sky. © 2019 snci |
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Added on May 1, 2018 Last Updated on October 18, 2019 Author |