Thursday, December 20, 2012

Breakfast At Dawn, Battle Soon After

when there's nothing more to eat,
I'll consider love a fancy treat;
swatting at your affectionate skin,
I wonder, who will win?

when there's nothing more to drink,
I'll consider loving where you're pink,
where I've gone a shade too deep:
my tongue will apologise for me.

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