Summer Lust

(Summer Lust)
watermelon chap-stick
lonely lips, parched from
past relationships

kiss each inch of my pale
blue neck, fill all the gaps
absence makes

finger pads etch across
curves, soft skin & muscle
molded by life’s passions

tongues taste like vices:
spices laid on thick
cigarettes & booze

devour my future with
greedy teeth as my legs
slide across the gear shift

feet enjoying the room,
i’ll leave my worries in the
backseat as we worry each
other to climax

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