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English is not my maternal language,
but I’ve heard your tongue has engaged,
a turn around my hips.
Honey, I don’t know what that means,
but your lips are clear.
Saliva in my ear.
Please put it between…
My lips are sealed,
I think somehow the universe wants to heal,
And somehow we’re in this universe together,
Can you please me smoother?
I’m starting to lose my words,
I said, English is not…
I said, I’m not sure I can afford,
Another night, I forgot.
Honey, I’ll lust after you all my life,
Between those paper walls, I’ll say it with my knife,
On my buttery arms.
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Beatrice
I'm a multidisciplinary artist and web sleuth.
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