Poems

Delicacies

I brushed the stray lock of her hair from her face and kissed her lips with romantic delicacy, still wishing the rest of her body were there.

She couldn’t help but smile back at me, there wasn’t enough of her face left to hide her teeth.

The walls screeched and the shadows stopped dancing, witnessing love hadn’t been more deep.

The floor shuttered with every crimson drop, and now the monster under my bed is afraid of the one of top!

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