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119–139°F No Tongue No Teeth
I should look deeper than the caricature of her
Yet another concussion…
She deserves honesty between failure and success to masturbate away the unstoppable rush. I take no sugar with my kisses, no thanks.
Where is your accidental stroke at midnight, that body temperature to signal life, heartbeat, make a move.
I dare you to touch me once more.
Chill step rhythm and I am not afraid to do my dirty laundry in the shower you used to rub my back upon travelling accidents of craving too much.
Don’t you fucking tell me you don’t remember when I tanned your pancakes, room service, first degree to spoil my love, but only when I am there, half of the half of the time? Perhaps.
Perhaps I don’t love you anymore and you can go to hell, but deep inside, you deserve a long life, you can skip heaven as we could produce all this mango juice right here, on earth. maybe tomorrow when this backward calculation of who you really want will spark a second chance beyond the ego and this rebound jealousy.
Until then, I invest in crypto coffee crisis for breakfast.
Without you it doesn’t taste the same, the burn on my right side lip I accidentally bit upon your heartwarming temp, I fall asleep in your heat like a cat on an engine, Ukraine war style of where are the owners of this further hug?!
I am a megalomanic when it comes down to your belly button.
