Stolen Hisses
You say you're tired
Of having to steal her kisses
Still you insist
Still she resists
Lay your lips instead upon the fruits
Grown in self-ignited suns
Caress the yield of your own sweat
Fondle your sweetest sentences
Leave her kisses to her lips
And find your mouth devoid of lies
- Thora Zine
You say you're tired
Of having to steal her kisses
Still you insist
Still she resists
Lay your lips instead upon the fruits
Grown in self-ignited suns
Caress the yield of your own sweat
Fondle your sweetest sentences
Leave her kisses to her lips
And find your mouth devoid of lies
- Thora Zine
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ashuwr:
sweet 
budoviking:
Savory, succulent words on this dismal night. How are you? 
