Mellifluous,
as their body melts over yours,
and yours glistens in the dappling moonlight,
the warmth of the sheets
encompassing your fleshes.
The sweetness of 1,000 plums,
Permeate your mind
on the tip of your tongue.
The shiver of the coldest wind,
Glides across your spine
as their touch meets,
you hush.
Hoping that your reaction --
Won't be too much,
But just enough
Just enough to express,
the thoughts in your grey chasm
through the touch
of the pink abyss.
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
Mellifluous,
as their body melts over yours,
and yours glistens in the dappling moonlight,
the warmth of the sheets
encompassing your fleshes.
The sweetness of 1,000 plums,
Permeate your mind
on the tip of your tongue.
The shiver of the coldest wind,
Glides across your spine
as their touch meets,
you hush.
Hoping that your reaction --
Won't be too much,
But just enough
Just enough to express,
the thoughts in your grey chasm
through the touch
of the pink abyss.
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