Still got the taste of you on the tip of my tongue
Legs wrapped around my neck like bear hugs
Sheets wrinkled;
gripped by your fingers
Scratches look like art on my shoulders
Moaning til the sun comes up
But I’ll still be down here
6 a.m.
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Author: Angelique Boyd
How's it going? Welcome to my first ever blog. My name is Angelique, no I do not speak French fluently, but I wish I could. I am from Chicago, Illinois and I love to write about pretty much everything. I created this blog because I am extremely bad at writing in my journals, so I thought it’d be a great idea to create a blog and give myself the opportunity to challenge myself by exposing who I am to complete strangers. I also created this blog to connect with other writers and introverts like myself. I love the idea of creating a space for people who struggle with expressing themselves, but find themselves in other peoples writing. With that being said, thanks for vising my blog and don't hesitate to reach out. View All Posts
What an ending couplet. Really really like the juxtaposition between the up and the down.
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