I miss the depth up against
your neck
Asleep inside the arms
of your dirty body smell
I miss the secrets given up
the hints
the loose ones
the mission
upon bended knee
a beggar
under the waistband
of your dirty
briefs lying in truth
all around
I miss your dirty talk
and your dirty walk
The nights when Hennessey
took over a cool dirty bong
and I
I wanted nothing more than to
commit
a bit
of dirty wrong
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