soul solstice

tasted your cinnamon skin

and your nicotine teeth

like honey baby

your tongue was 

stickyslipperysweet

you smell like cheap beer

and taste like

bad decisions

another warm friday afternoon

drunk again

on almost summer

(c.z.)

 

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