i should
have
said
it
before
now
but you
know
i think
too much
you
know
you
think
too
much
too
so let’s
stretch
it simple it
was like
butter
on the counter
i didn’t even
notice it
melting
until i
picked it up
and it
puddled
in my hand
surprise
isn’t the right
word
more
like
intoxication
your whiskey stare
drowns me
whispers hot
in my belly
champagne
blushing
my cheeks
so
when i tell
you
it will
be too slurred
it will read like
goodnight
kisses
lingering
too
long
it will play like
shy fingers
brushing through
your hair
i should
have said
it before
now
now
you must
already
know
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