,

6 a.m.

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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  1. bejamin4

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

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