Bret (bret191) wrote in snuffboxpoetics,
Bret
bret191
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Soft yellow glow,
that firey cinnamon scent.
your tongue dances across the stage of your lips,
and you look at me through that soft dark jungle of hair.

i lean in
my arrid nervous lips
cuddle
with your ear.

" I mean this,.....sincerely...."
you flash me that smile,
crooked tooth, just on the left of your mouth.

like golden leaves falling
your
fingers
trapse their way to the cold steel of my belt.

---- it would have been easier to crack my chest and gut my lungs

if thats all you wanted.
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