
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
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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.
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What an ending couplet. Really really like the juxtaposition between the up and the down.
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