Racing

Steamed windows and flickering lights. I can never tell where you start or where I end when we make love. In the dark of the night, I get glimpses of your skin as the streetlights illuminates the sweat and other liquids we create. We’re a mess. Out of breath. Ready to love again.

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Call Me

I know you’re used to being used; you’re accustomed to just being noticed and not appreciated. How you feel has become small talk and something that disappears after the hormones settle. You understand commitment means through the good and bad but you’re always accommodating of the worst. You want better for yourself but you don’t…

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cloud nine.

i am reckless in your love, head-first deep diving into your love. from the moment we said hello, all I wanted was to be loved by you. in awe of your divinity I held my breath and by the time I was ready to breathe again my lungs were filled with your love and my…

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