Dec 2010
Hearts race as skin melts with skin.
Fingers slow dance
across heaving backs and chests,
drawing pictures on hips and necks.
I feel your fingertips and breath,
all over me,
tight against.
Fingers slow dance
across heaving backs and chests,
drawing pictures on hips and necks.
I feel your fingertips and breath,
all over me,
tight against.
Written by
Kristen Van Clief
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