Falsetto
Sometimes,
when I'm kissing you,
(lips upon lips,
your hands on my
empty hip
bones,
and eyes closed –
don't peek!),
just sometimes,
within that
sweat
sweet
void,
I find myself thinking
of another.
Falsetto
when I'm kissing you,
(lips upon lips,
your hands on my
empty hip
bones,
and eyes closed –
don't peek!),
just sometimes,
within that
sweat
sweet
void,
I find myself thinking
of another.
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