you got me with your baby baby babys
somewhere between the first inning
and the third taste
your lips like rum…
goes along with stardust
and wishful thinking
said you wouldn't mind getting down between my legs
that's what you said
only that was a "today" type of promise, sixty minutes long
your whispers across my thighs
making me trust and ache and dream
said I was a beauty you've never experienced before
you took and took and I gave and gave
but never enough, sweet enough, fuckable enough, precious enough
your used, rough gem I became
my secret places I once promised to share on my wedding...a common thing
and then you had a new plan. and it wasn't me.
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