I feel most comfortable in my skin when it’s pressed against yours
In small rooms guarded by locked doors
Where all we hear is your steady breathing
And my anxious heart hurriedly beating
As we melt into one another
And all we know is this moment, trapped within each other
Not love, not lust
Just a physical wanderlust
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 7:44 PM UTC
I feel most comfortable in my skin when it’s pressed against yours
In small rooms guarded by locked doors
Where all we hear is your steady breathing
And my anxious heart hurriedly beating
As we melt into one another
And all we know is this moment, trapped within each other
Not love, not lust
Just a physical wanderlust
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