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an attempt to procrastinate from what i really need to be doing

Brazenfaced in your bloomers

I gaze at you from across my pillow

And think of

How I'll unwrap you

like it's Christmas morning.

 

Your lips, my lips

Old friends meet once again.

How long has it been?

And why did we lose touch?

 

You, seemingly mistaken,

Spilt across my sheets

in amorphous glory.

 

An accident, how you came here,

(Surprised you are still here)

Despite the fact I hurt you

I corrupted, I ruined...

 

To this twilight thief

You were a plunder

Heist of purity

 

Yet you returned

with no vengeance

By accident

By mistake

My girl

 

And she doesn't even know it.

Reviews

[pinpen]

This is really Good, I enjoyed this write. Simply amazing

[Crazy Cat Man]

Hey I like this alot. So you're procastinating from work? well......this is a damn good poem out of it/ :)