How am I meant to concentrate
when I know what you’re like
when I know what you like
when I know what
makes you
shiver.
When I know what you
sound like and
the noise you make
in the back of your throat
when I touch you
just like this
just
there.
an iron hand in a woman's glove, a hawk disguised as a dove... a nightmare that poets call a beautiful dream
Love this <3 Thanks for posting.
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