5 views
"Complains. Complains?"
To that hotel room
can we meet again?
From the washroom to the bed
the touch is maintained.
The number I forget.
In summer we met:
sweating from evening
to morning.
I can feel you stretching,
you didn't listen to the warning.
Too busy being mine.
You taste like fine wine,
a bit sticky, a bit dizzy
a bit guilty of being so
filthy.
Complains. My staines there remain.
Our energy it drains,
thousand pains
thousand the gains
sixtynine the pleasures
sixtynine the pictures
the more the better.
Thickness is all that matters.
That hotel room,
one time,
sixtynine pleasures.
Two bodies
one accord
like a guitar
singing on repeat
again and again.
"Complains. Complains?"
© Gurpreet
#makinglove
can we meet again?
From the washroom to the bed
the touch is maintained.
The number I forget.
In summer we met:
sweating from evening
to morning.
I can feel you stretching,
you didn't listen to the warning.
Too busy being mine.
You taste like fine wine,
a bit sticky, a bit dizzy
a bit guilty of being so
filthy.
Complains. My staines there remain.
Our energy it drains,
thousand pains
thousand the gains
sixtynine the pleasures
sixtynine the pictures
the more the better.
Thickness is all that matters.
That hotel room,
one time,
sixtynine pleasures.
Two bodies
one accord
like a guitar
singing on repeat
again and again.
"Complains. Complains?"
© Gurpreet
#makinglove
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