"I haven’t yet,
but I imagine
his lips taste like whisky
the kind that stings,
though you can’t..."
“
-
Frankie J.
(via wnq-writers)
I haven’t yet,
but I imagine
his lips taste like whisky
the kind that stings,
though you can’t help
but knock back the entire glass
Drunk on his quiet smile
sobered by the impossibilities of my imagination
-
Frankie J.
(via wnq-writers)
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