Lust
your lips softer than dying sheets
of pages in a decade-aged book
your eyes fierce as the jaws of dawn,
summoning yesterday's musical memory
and skin wet and breath so calm
i hear your hidden words rushing in haste
toward my soul, my tongue:
Tonight let me melt your taste.
of pages in a decade-aged book
your eyes fierce as the jaws of dawn,
summoning yesterday's musical memory
and skin wet and breath so calm
i hear your hidden words rushing in haste
toward my soul, my tongue:
Tonight let me melt your taste.
Labels: Cirilo Bautista
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