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Lemme kiss you in all the places, all the ways you never knew you could feel love   Where we can touch with just our eyes and realize We are wild creatures Begging for a howl under moons yet to understand our fullness  Let the warmth of my lips be your home Where you can let yourself unfold Risking nothing but soiled sheets and explored desires My tongue massaging aches you carry like thorns in your stem  Attempting acrobatics fluently as you surrender to my blossoming of petals Tell me how you daydream of throbbing upon sweaty palms on a Sunday morning Moaning for “God” praying for “fuck” Sucking the souls from our bodies dripping from our mouth in scandalous whispers Tracing cursive scripture into skin The sweetest poetry I’ve ever written With nothing but cliffhanger stanzas to remind you that I am far from finished

Where do I begin When the whole world has been crumbling for a minute All of us fighting for this pot to piss in like it’s the only place to sit Game of porcelain thrones Everyone bleeding over one-ply papers Worth international deficit Shout out to my American privilege Where ignorance is protected And propaganda is the primary news outlet No scorn over countries war torn, just know both sides are US funded Terror isn’t as terrifying til you and yours become the target When it comes knocking at your door Economic decline existing solely in the working class and poor Gas is $4.20 in Vegas on a good day I’m just trying to make it to work Make it work Knowing someone else is benefiting from this sweat Thirty percent of this check Already guaranteed to the government Navigating tourist traffic They have a habit of making us their escape Make us wait as they wade through ensembles of tax dollars on display While teachers take yet another strike day Begging for a fraction of what is deserve...