Your sun spots
Feels like
Your tongue
Wrapped around mine
Writing secret poems
In my mouth
Tasting like sweet tea cakes
Your auburn eyes
Feels like a careless child
Jumping into a pile of autumn leaves
Your soft voice
Feels like music notes
Pulling my waist
Closer to you
Don’t be shy
I don’t bite
Only if you want me to
Tell me what you want
I only want you
I don’t know the last time
I felt this way
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