Wild Waves
July 17, 2020
It was when I
realized that
my growling hunger
for you
sounded like
crashing waves,
they goes wild,
they goes untamed,
they goes bad,
they goes to you.
they said its a not a good idea
to steal a taste,
to touch,
to tremble in every kisses
but as rough
the waves kisses the shore,
I will do you gently
under me.
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