SOL: Razbliuto

I painted your frame in a coffee shop
On a fogged up windowpane
Just to show the world
I can’t forget your taste
The peculiar way you strip down to
Nude lace with no shame
Hibiscus drips down your skin
Still tight from the salt in the sea
I want everyone to know what you’ve
Done to me

3AM Thoughts // AKA “I Am No Longer Welcome at the Starbucks on King.”

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