thunderstorms on my tongue
thunderstorms in my head,
we taste like rain showers
even when we fall asleep in bed.
rain drops on vinyl, i can listen
to the way you laugh
on repeat. bend me over
and kiss me like you’re on fire.
consume me with each breathe,
take me as if each kiss
was your last. your lips
taste salty when you lie,
your tears are sweet on the tongue
when you cry. we fuck like
we are on the run, and we make love
like we are trying to say goodbye…


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