I forgot
that we
smile
as we
kiss
I tell
you I don't think
its a good idea
and you moan
a deep throaty moan
and look at me
with falsely innocent
eyelashes
that don't distract me
from what i know
is on our
mind
i say
i won't tell
my mother
about the taste of your
lips
about your cheek against mine
about the underside of your
neck that
holds the whisper
of my first bruises
but i do
anyway
she tells me
its
all right.
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