Caress me again
We almost spilt the coffee
Thank you parking lot
Kisses continue
Your hand melts into my thigh
How we feel like teenagers
You enjoy my scent
We both have dirty dishes
Your laugh lights me up
You Instill comfort
I inhale as you bite me
I feel like a dream
Oh, dirty haiku
Asbestos cannot stop us
Your body in mine
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