g
i pull from myself all of the goodness and flower it onto you
the sin i choose knowing i will not win
and i no longer call it a vice a thing unto which i succumb to
but a beautiful saccharine wish
that i bestow on your tongue
while our friends laugh and we giggle
because without ever knowing
we are the only thing that is truly infinite
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Tender beautiful and that last line is perfection.
Yes, tender.
Incredible line:
the sin i choose knowing i will not win
Lovely and sensual.
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I especially enjoyed “saccharine wish”. Nicely done, nel.