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To Linger

How do you know what time is right?

What is the appropriate time to let go,

to hold on, to linger. Leave the important

questions unasked, or go straight for the lips?

 

It's beginning to feel a whole lot easier

to live in my own skin. This place feels

like home, these friends just like family.

 

Shivers are still crawling down the trail

your finger took as you traced my flesh.

My body quivers, remembering the heat

of your breath as you whispered in my ear...

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Jul 22, 2013
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