I am touching your skin with my lips

I am laying down on you with my hips

I am pleasing your mouth with some nips

But I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing.
I don’t think I do.

Your skin is warm, but it get cold
Around us

Your body is close, but the ritual feels old
Between us

Your mouth is moving away, and its like the gold
Within us

Is not a treasure anymore,
But a lock laying on us

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