The Honeymoon Phase

Don’t just tell me I fuxk good I already know that!

 

I want you to simp for me 

 

Melt and spill your guts to me 

 

Enamour me w clarity 

 

Lie and tell me all that we could be 

 

Even if it lasts a week for me 

 

I get a taste of who you have the potential to be. 

 

Now Slut me out, 

 

 

And make this pussy sing you a symphony 

 

On repeat. 

This poem is about: 
My community

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