All the girls y…

by OctoberTheThirtyFourth

All the girls you’ve ever kissed were just practice. All the bodies you have ever undressed and ploughed into were preparing you for me. I don’t mind tasting them on the memory of your mouth. They were a long hallway. A door half open. A single suitcase still on the conveyor belt. Was it a long journey? Did it take you Long to find me? You’re here now. Welcome home