uh...well I will call it a poem?

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mtheoryrules

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rose naked

as hot words hit your face
my tongue gathers heat
before it dissipates
another round of hide
and go seek
you are tied to the

sheets

of
sweat
raining down
wear your cloudy day expression
as I overcast your
no
you are
you know you are
poetry
flash bolt brown eyes
a smoldering plea
listen to my sighs
escalating ecstasy

mattress tango till dawn
and once more
before your gone
take the time to
see you off
get
as naked as a rose
in winters kiss
I am often the one
that is left
breathless
 
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