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Mar 2016
I want to feel your hands around my neck
While the pressure of your fingers rides the line between
The ability to stop my breath
And the ability to quicken its pace.
I want to feel your fingertips as they trace my capillaries 
And raise the blood to the surface of my skin.
I want to feel your pores melt into mine
While your mouth grazes the arteries in my neck
And our hearts pound against one another’s chest.
I want your body heat to engulf me
While you fill my lungs with air.
I want to feel every word you whisper 
Dance from my ear to my gut to my toes
While we hide quietly under wrinkled sheets.
There’s a childlike innocence that envelopes us
Each time we shed our clothes 
And allow our limbs to become knotted.
Bumping teeth and tangled tongues,
I feel more at peace than I ever have
With your fingerprints stamped on my hipbones
And your grip tightening around my throat
wolfbiter
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   john p green and Alyssa
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