Note: This poem contains references that may be inappropiate for children under the age of 13. Parental supervision is recommended for our younger members. - Nate
i wrote this in second person which is why it's here.
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Skin flushed from the pleasure of his company.
You are young, you are fresh, you are ripe
for the picking.
And oh! If you would let him
he would turn your lips to cherry wine
(Red with just a hint of black)
He would
Revel in your peaches and cream
and langour on your pear shaped hips.
Silver sparks zing through the air
If looks could kill
You'd die a thousand happy deaths.
Shattered, melted, gone all to pieces
just so he'd pick you up and make you
whole.
But--
strangers you have been and strangers you shall stay.
Yet--
Who can tell what will happen in the night?
