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6 words are nice
but I’m always
waiting for the
seventh
kiss me once
lip to lip
my tongue burns
for it
I clutch
fiery and tempting
like the cigarette
you shouldn’t smoke
oh and
please don’t give me
more drugs
for I can barely
handle
you alone,
I can’t bare going over
the edge
but then I smell
the scent of
Egyptian musk
on your collar,
and I reach in
for another dose
and another touch
maybe a second
then a sixth
and a seventh

- Adam Neto