Funny Bone
your love hits my funny bone
it tickles makes me sick
makes me groan with confused
pleasure. i kiss your nose as
it grows as it sweeps me
off my feet, i will measure your
defeat with my teeth. forget
the past, we're going too fast
& your world is showered
with darkness.
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