Seb.

I like it when you hold my neck
Sidle body in sweet nothings to me
When your lips whisper across my skin
It’s a nibbling nuisance that leaves marks
Truly, I don’t mind it
I crave that roughened edge
The bite and bruise you’ll leave
So despite the silence
That speaks for goodbyes
And taciturn moments
We try and lay
As if we’ve been lovers for a month
Rather than a handful of moments a day
3.15.17

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Author: gerbilette

Write, edit, be. Write, love, poetry.

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