Lately it's almost as though my lips crave lust
I've never been able to fit myself into relationships like size 00 jeans, it just wasn't happening.
My tongue has a hankering for doing the tango
My body craves intimacy.
Lets not and say we did in my mind by virtue of fear I may as well be branded as incapable to do.
I whimmed for a connection so badly my dreams made it look easier than reality television ever could.
The past has begun to again look desirable.
It was a catch 22. I knew that the lusciousness of your lips would en-capture me but still i wanted to play chicken just to feel.
Just to grapple intimacy with a kiss would simply be heaven.
Relationships never taste as good as they sound
I've had one to sour pickles to enjoy the taste
it has simply felt better to swim away just as the wave is about to break.
This way it cant crash on me.
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