May 2018
soft lights, warm skin, our moans -
we steal breaths from the space between
our chests
just you, and me, and the fleeting feeling
of freedom or peace or passion
to be each other
we steal breaths from the space between
our chests
just you, and me, and the fleeting feeling
of freedom or peace or passion
to be each other
...sleepy smiles and gentle words
(23/Non-binary/béal feirste)
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