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get over here

Posted to Action Poetry




there was a moment
when he said,
get over here,
now
that i would have flown
or ran
or walked a thousand miles
just to feel his
breath
on my wetness,
his touch
on my skin,
his kiss
on my lips so soft.
because his breaths,
his almost there ...
his i'm going to...
was enough to drive me
to the brink
of desperate lengths
to get a piece of that boy
deep
deep
inside.