That That
That that, which so softly,
that that by her smiles, giggles and sighs.
And that that, which is sooo around me.
That that. That which is clear in our eyes.
That that she moved me like the tides,
and also that, that of her softness and sweet breath -
and still then,
that, that... we were so alive.
That that smell of her neck,
and that that about her pits.
That's that - she's made me fritz.
My little butterfly.
Copyright © Seth Diamond | Year Posted 2019
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