Your Body Is A Foreign Country
D Dónall Dempsey
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I really miss
the little hollow of your neck
where sighs collect
when kissed with kisses.
The kind of place
you would revisit
if a tourist
of your body.
Maybe not the main attractions...
...maybe not the well known sites
(a little off the beaten track...perhaps) ?
But
the little hollow of your neck
where sighs collect
when kissed with kisses.
keeps me...
(Like the swallows returning to Sorrento)
keeps me...
keeps me...
coming. . coming back.
Bu şiiri puanla
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