DESIRES

I wanna put my hands up your dress
I wanna feel you
gonna make mistakes
and wake up in you

You are my quilt to roam around
my island to remain sober
wanna touch you
like a veteran chauffeur

‘Permission granted’
said young billy jean
during the lovely full moon
we shook heartbeats

Woke up from bed
there’s still no you
no billy jean
nothing left to pursue

Am i lonely
I am and i will
Untill you show up
and blow my clamours

-inokio🌸

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  1. Ash Ochoa Poetry's avatar Anonymously Hal says:

    🖤🖤🖤

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