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Gretchen Mar 2014
Let the words flow into thoughts ???
we're driving I have goosebumps I contemplate the idea of
you
I just want to trace your collar bones
your hip bones
your spine
your mind with my
tongue
lips
finger tips
that cinnamon skin those
eyes they look like le paradis but they say
you don't know me at all
                      you don't know me at all
****
the way your body moves when vibrations travel through it I wonder if it would stir as well to the rhythm of my sighs your moans our music our symphony
baby
let me become fluent in your body language
let me make your eyes roll back
                                                très **** en arrière
let me give you what
is
left of me
let me give you a new kind
of high of sensation let me give you
chills
let me
soak in
your radiations
your colors
let my lips leave traces of
black of
blue of
violet
sh in places nobody will see
let me paint your naked body with black acrylic and kisses let's
just escape under the sheets in
the heart of the woods in
a field of long green in
each others hair in
your words lost in
the bottom of the ocean the sun reflects manipulated beams of warmth against your face all wavy dancing along your lips maybe I can replace the sun do you think she'll mind let's
go skinny dipping in our intertwined thoughts let's
oh god you're so ******* beautiful


"kiss me ???"
"no"
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                                      ­                                          oh






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