Something warm,
soft, and deliciously
served-- I indulge
in the days
we kiss and we love,
and I let you
slowly peel away
the scabs, hardened
over time.
I see,
it still beats--
my anxious heart.
It bleeds
yet again.
Alas, to be in love.
I indulge.
There are secrets I must keep from you little treasures that I like to keep close You cannot peek! I must lock these up like a schoolgirl...
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