bite this
forever more
my pinky swear
on the hour dear
before we arrive
to paradise.
when we evolve
through strategy,
cunning while
guile fearless &
genetic tough.
i heart you
tight, rough my finger
weep, sipping pleasant
sups of love
inside my cup
a perfect amount
of good times.
together close
doubly warmer
either alive or dead
indifferent in
the cuddle...
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