My Love Is Tactile

My love is tactile

Clinging to the roof of your mouth life peanut butter


It wants to be felt

To connect


Oh it festers

Like an old wound that has yet to heal

My God, my love

It takes my breath away

And then yours

If I were to describe it

Poisonous, would be too sweet of a name

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