by Scumdrop
Red raspberries ripen,
On carved cheeks,
Along my stubbled skin.
Two eyes holding mine.
Attracting this fruity flush.
My sentiment unassumed
And unabashedly loose:
The cat is out of the box,
No intent to return,
Unless to lie within
With you.
This parched heart roaming,
Trekking the desert of love.
Not seeking to drink the tap.
Though quaking with thirst
For your waters.
About Scumdrop
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