i recall the intimacy of you smear my lips
how you put you tip over my fingertip
draw it right from left , up and down
i could have done it by my own
but i kinda prefer your gently hands
it felt so fragile but you made me smile
the way you handle my lips like a king
made me feel like i wore , living
i thought this must be an dream
like you look straight out
one of my future poem
how we stood so close
and i wore like feel it comming
maybe i didnt act on it , afraid for bombing
but i love that you did handle me like a real men
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