Not Too Hard, Not Too Gentle
His lips, not too hard
not too gentle, landed on her neck
busy working…
on her sweet blood.
Aw, she did not cry out
to stop him; for her,
it is too early to regret.
His lips, not too hard
not too gentle, landed on her neck
busy working…
on her sweet blood.
Yet at the end, him, no where to be found
now, too late to regret and not easy to forget…
the lifetime scar, of an awkward lover!
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