Charlotte’s Web

I like how your lips taste, they taste so familiar; familiar like my favourite film,

Sweeter than Skittles, your lips taste better than the red ones, for sure,

I’ve never felt a waist so inviting, soft to the touch; my arms slide around you, I enjoy this very much,

Within you burns an eternal flame, a flame that dances in tandem with mine; not long now,

When you come to mind, a forgotten feeling washes over me; butterflies live within me,

Vulnerable self-expression is the hallmark of my existence, an act of which I am compelled to,

Sometimes I wish I could play a tune, because this is your tune, this is Charlotte’s song.


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