and I stop
beginning to turn
when your smooth, warm hands
find the curves of my back
warm breath falls on my neck
a soft voice filling my ear
I searched for so long
only to discover that I just needed
to be still
and let you
find me
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 3:24 PM UTC
and I stop
beginning to turn
when your smooth, warm hands
find the curves of my back
warm breath falls on my neck
a soft voice filling my ear
I searched for so long
only to discover that I just needed
to be still
and let you
find me
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