breathing comes easily after i've made you ***
with the fluid motions of my love-sick tongue.
i could write about how our voices say no but our bodies agree,
they fit together so perfectly.
so i'll keep thinking of arrangements of words
to describe your touch, or how bad longing for you hurts.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
breathing comes easily after i've made you ***
with the fluid motions of my love-sick tongue.
i could write about how our voices say no but our bodies agree,
they fit together so perfectly.
so i'll keep thinking of arrangements of words
to describe your touch, or how bad longing for you hurts.
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