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morning-after[1]

I blame this on you
with your wiles and smart looks
the way you look at me and how
your words float
thickly off your lips, heavy
like molasses, sweet and rich
when you speak to me
satiating me, replenishing me
when you say my name
I blame this on you
this thing we have
I couldn't have done it without you
Do it more
yes, let's do it more

This poem was written in participation with Romantic Mondays at https://edwardhotspur.wordpress.com/

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