deep(er).

i don't have any words left to describe.
coffee.
kisses.
sex.
cigarettes.
your eyes.
your smile.
these words won't elaborate.
they've had enough.

shit.
let me just write.
something about you that escort me to write this stupid poem.
the words won't elaborate.
everything's mixed just like my favorite drink.

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i don't fear getting punished by god.
i really do want to taste something odd.
baby, it doesn't require your cold-blood.
i know it's my desire that need you always knocked.

he make me pleased.
the way he unclasped, the way he undressed.
i am getting snapped out every time he looks at me.
i knew that we were possessed by the lust souls out of nowhere.

baby, i wanna know.
which perfumes of mine that makes you allured?
which perfumes of mine that made you feel like you just broke down into my holy body?

it feels like gargling with vodka without lime.
when i find out that someone who i usually bowed down isn't there by my side.
under the dim lights.
pounded in that soft mattress.
i like the way your tongue linger down my body.
yes, you can leave a marks anywhere you want.

i want to be your big girl, daddy.
let me suck those lovely fingers.
punish me if i'm naughty.
and i wish that night will still lingers.