Poetry Sunday
I could tempt you with a kiss
Every touch asks you, remember this
I’ll seep into you, blood and bone
You’ll remember me when you’re alone
The healing bite and remembered pain
The sheets that smell of us after the rain
Seductions planned, a bid and plea
Remember this, remember me
The empty sheets, you wake alone
But …
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