Let the bottom fabric tickle the top of my thighs like your fingers do,
breathe in deep and worry washes out onto the floor.
Let the threads collapse into my skin and wind around my veins,
entrenching you deep into my body, so I can’t slide out of your grasp.
Let your smell and touch sneak into my dreams
and sweeten them with your honeyed smile and speckled cheeks.
Let me be a part of us indefinitely, an unwavering promise
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 11:07 PM UTC
Let the bottom fabric tickle the top of my thighs like your fingers do,
breathe in deep and worry washes out onto the floor.
Let the threads collapse into my skin and wind around my veins,
entrenching you deep into my body, so I can’t slide out of your grasp.
Let your smell and touch sneak into my dreams
and sweeten them with your honeyed smile and speckled cheeks.
Let me be a part of us indefinitely, an unwavering promise
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