Regrets to come
love the idea
of finding
we
two
to
one
alone in my room
tasted on the tip
of all others lips
the taste
between Your hips
come home my love
I stayed good
I stayed here
drink with me
drink me
here
Copyright © Bias Oswell | Year Posted 2024
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