buzzing, gently irritating
the softs of my cheeks
the bends of my ear
i can't wait for that light to finally kill you
attractive, autumn anticipating
the softs of my neck
the bends of my breast
i pulled over in the middle of the night just to tell you
it's heavenly.
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