unlace my dress
this week-end,
we'll get no rest
the carefree days of my childhood
are tantamount to the halcyon days of us
the idyllic settings where we've loved
are the background pictures on my screens
but all thoughts dissipate
as my hands slide in your jeans
let's never wake up
from this rare good dream
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So Human
Poetryso human it hurts rankings in poetry: #396~ 9/08/16 #312~10/10/16 #204~10/12/16 #169~10/16/16
