I will always pull you closer,
even when our fingers are interlocked
tighter than a vice.
I want you to want me more,
even when my skin is touching yours
and my breath is on your chest.
You intoxicate me.
There is no need for a margarita
of loneliness and pity
when I have you telling me
all the things I never thought I needed to hear.
I'm high on love.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
I will always pull you closer,
even when our fingers are interlocked
tighter than a vice.
I want you to want me more,
even when my skin is touching yours
and my breath is on your chest.
You intoxicate me.
There is no need for a margarita
of loneliness and pity
when I have you telling me
all the things I never thought I needed to hear.
I'm high on love.
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