
drown me in nylon.
skin me alive in lace.
Panting, eyelids clenched
I savored the wait.
Bain.
Moss.
Lipstick.
me deal with frills.
Hide pours gray.
Make my fingers with acid color,
lie And with smiles.
Perfume.
Jitter.
Will I please him?
So I could finally feel,
The tiny moment of tranquility;
Understand that even if I miss the joy,
I produce at home during our interludes.
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