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Holy Hell In An Airport Hotel
These paths we walk
grounded by responsibility
well-worn routine
practiced intimacy
I could only smile
when you whispered in my ear
âTake me away from this
take me anywhere but hereâ
Living in the moment
itâs all we know to do
as you pepper my shoulder with kisses
my fingers explore every inch of you
You said âthe world is a minibar
cold and empty
but now weâre blessed by this heat
...
Tuesday 24th January 2023 10:26 am
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