I'd lick Every inch of you.

You pushed me deeper and deeper, As if I were a seed.

How could you tell? That it was me from just the sound?

Do you still assume me? To be a part of your body?

I bother myself, With the wrong shoes.

Dark romantic humor

If not on Linkedin, Then at least on Tinder.

But in this life, You were the last thing I had to see.

Can I know how it will be? Before I have to live it?

There can be no compromise, Between what can be and what it is.