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Jul 2017
Does it show?
Is it easy to see?
The way I focus
every single time you touch me.

The caress of your fingers,
the movement of your tongue.
Fixated on nothing else,
to the rest of the world,
numb.

It's as if in these moments,
time ceases to exist.
A black hole's event horizon
after every single kiss.
Caitlin Nesbit
Written by
Caitlin Nesbit  30/F/Louisville, KY
(30/F/Louisville, KY)   
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