Those sticky
hands full of
hature
crawling all over
my face
and mind
wishing me
to be theirs
before sunrise
swept away
all that could
make me mine
with hot wax
and honey
it all blended
together
into a lotion
yet not sticky enough
to hold me
back.
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Lost feelings. {poetry} ✔️
Poetry*** She carried unspeakable truths which made her shed tears sticky as bees' honey. So when we kissed they dripped onto my lips sweetly. *** collection of poems enjoy! 27/7/18-#2 in happiness😱✌️❤️ 10/2/19-#4 in youmatter
