This post is part of a series called 100 Days of Poetry.
Moody like the moon, feral like a cat in heat.
Gimme those lips, those forearms. Wrap them
around me and don’t let go.
gimme
jodimichelle
i tell stories
This post is part of a series called 100 Days of Poetry.
Moody like the moon, feral like a cat in heat.
Gimme those lips, those forearms. Wrap them
around me and don’t let go.