I hate my everyday routine along with nights hanging around.
But you putting hands on my belly make it count.
I miss you totally and swirl under my sheets
as rain keeps thoroughly and loudly wash the streets
that never lead you to me, why don't they? –
I keep remembering and staying all the same:
same velvet skin, deep throat and tender smile –
the last one's – always coming from you as you say good-bye.
05.06.2024
20:49
Written on the forhead
© Copyright: Мария Послеханова, 2024
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