Phantom lips that seem to trace against my skin,
Curving along my back.
Touch as sweet as peppermint
With chills from a blissful cold.
A touch that holds my own
Intertwined with blankets and sheets,
A desperate heat that seems to follow,
Summer that seems buried in winter's gift.
Frame of frame, we dance together.
Touch of touch, we linger together.
My eyes closed as I try to match the silhouette
Curving my body, your sensation guiding my own.
When my eyes open,
Only one lingering kiss remains.
Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 4:51 PM UTC
Phantom lips that seem to trace against my skin,
Curving along my back.
Touch as sweet as peppermint
With chills from a blissful cold.
A touch that holds my own
Intertwined with blankets and sheets,
A desperate heat that seems to follow,
Summer that seems buried in winter's gift.
Frame of frame, we dance together.
Touch of touch, we linger together.
My eyes closed as I try to match the silhouette
Curving my body, your sensation guiding my own.
When my eyes open,
Only one lingering kiss remains.