your smiling, smooth lips,
completed with pearly whites
and red lipstick.your kissable lips
that i yearn to touch with mine
up until now.your pink and plump lips
that has left dozen of marks
across my skin.your cold and chapped lips,
that used to make me feel sparks,
but now they're deadjust like our love.
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stigma [body limbs collection]
Poetryslowly, our fingers interlock with the key of our hearts. started: march 25, 2018 ended: march 25, 2018 ©OUTROSOFT