We Don'T Know What Tomorrow Holds Poem by Matty Reynolds

We Don'T Know What Tomorrow Holds



We don't know what tomorrow holds,
So hold me today.
Don't let me go.
Let your cinnamon
Stomach skin rub
Across my hand
For a short while longer.
Let me smell your hair,
Let me smell your clothes,
And you neck,
And your waist,
And your breasts.
Let me linger there,
Yeah there- inside you.

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