Apr 2018
i want
to feel
your fingertips
trace my skin
to savor
the taste
of your lips
to feel
the warmth of
your breath
on my neck
your hands
caressing my body
to be
entangled with you
in satin sheets
blissfully exhausted
to feel
your fingertips
trace my skin
to savor
the taste
of your lips
to feel
the warmth of
your breath
on my neck
your hands
caressing my body
to be
entangled with you
in satin sheets
blissfully exhausted
i chose lust as a subject for this poem, something i have never wrote about
(14/F/U.S.)
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