kissing your rose mouth
feels intimate, delicious,
like sharing cherries.
face buried against
my soft welcoming chest, you
feel exquisite now.
my left shoulderblade
is hypersensitive to
your evil kisses.
you can seduce me
into immoral hijinks
in your cramped office.
desk in the corner:
sometimes practical surface,
sometimes makeshift bed.
our eyes alight with
mocking humour, we cut each
other down again.
you know how to touch
to make me gasp or giggle
when i oughtn't. whoops.
soon, i will take you
to meet my grandparents. the
pressure's on us both.
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