With him it was always like (poetry)

Keep quiet, cause I'm hearing your words hot on the side of my neck.	Do it right the first time	She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.	My skin is dark. Hers is the color of certain lilies.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him	lonely like absinthe without sugar	I didn't read it but I want to get into the author's pants	Loving is the ocean, kissing is the wet sand
My body is still trying to explain it to my brain	Quotative like	An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her	At night, she still believes in him
Hands cupped into a half circle, he bent foward to help her catch a light	Because we are all real people, and none of us is innocent	Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.	Rode hard and put up wet
The hope that one of us would learn to swim	Lying saturated beside you	She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf	He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
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