my hips next to hers and we could have the Universe.
her rolling thumbs pressed against my blushed cheeks.
her fire light piercing through all of my -
i don't care
if the moon chokes me.
these throbbing increments of time
are wasting away like musk rose.
and the smell of her spirits are lingering.
her shoulders are galaxies
i'm tied to their crevices
i'm tied to the souls
of her shoes.
i want to know all your ghostly habits
do you cross
yourfingers
yourlegs
youreyes
my planets orb.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
my hips next to hers and we could have the Universe.
her rolling thumbs pressed against my blushed cheeks.
her fire light piercing through all of my -
i don't care
if the moon chokes me.
these throbbing increments of time
are wasting away like musk rose.
and the smell of her spirits are lingering.
her shoulders are galaxies
i'm tied to their crevices
i'm tied to the souls
of her shoes.
i want to know all your ghostly habits
do you cross
yourfingers
yourlegs
youreyes
my planets orb.
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