I want to feel your skin graze mine
hot and lazy
in the summer afternoon
light and delicate
as if almost on accident
as if almost on purpose
as if almost in love
I want wet kisses that stain the curve
of my neck from the lingering presence of your lips
The breeze caressing and cooling the marks you've left behind
Trailing goosebumps up my spine
I want to feel your warm tacky fingers sticking to my thighs like you've just messily eaten something sweet
Moving like slow molasses
Melting me in the humid heat
I want to stay right there
with the summer sunlight trickling through the window blinds
With a dull sitcom on TV
The cued audience laughter
muted in my mind
Playing my faux innocence
in that dreadfully pleasurable
moment of yearning for you
forever
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 3:37 AM UTC
I want to feel your skin graze mine
hot and lazy
in the summer afternoon
light and delicate
as if almost on accident
as if almost on purpose
as if almost in love
I want wet kisses that stain the curve
of my neck from the lingering presence of your lips
The breeze caressing and cooling the marks you've left behind
Trailing goosebumps up my spine
I want to feel your warm tacky fingers sticking to my thighs like you've just messily eaten something sweet
Moving like slow molasses
Melting me in the humid heat
I want to stay right there
with the summer sunlight trickling through the window blinds
With a dull sitcom on TV
The cued audience laughter
muted in my mind
Playing my faux innocence
in that dreadfully pleasurable
moment of yearning for you
forever
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