I'm licking the honey of my Own lips.

You're looking at me like I'm a glazed piece of candy. I'm nervously biting my red lips when your hand is reaching for me in the air. You're pulling my waist next to yours. I'm tensing my muscles, trying to unfold your grip around me. Please, please....please your begging is echoing in my head like a hammering headache. Your fingers are fiddling with my sweater and I'm expanding my nostrils in a huge breath. Staring with my eyes wide open on the ground.

I have to go I'm repeating. I have to go. I want to go. I'm smiling into your begging beautiful eyes 'cause you're a creature of love. But I'm not your glazed candy. I'm not your christmas cracker. And you're not going to lace up the glittering red cover.


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