five more minutes,
five more hours,
five more days,
five more seconds,
with you (it's all i ask).
cradled against you.
how much closer
can we get?
the space between
seems so vast.
and yet you feel
like warm sand
molded to my body,
just so.
your fingers
layered with mine,
and your moist breath
falling over my neck...
light filters in and feathers float by.
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 5:19 PM UTC
five more minutes,
five more hours,
five more days,
five more seconds,
with you (it's all i ask).
cradled against you.
how much closer
can we get?
the space between
seems so vast.
and yet you feel
like warm sand
molded to my body,
just so.
your fingers
layered with mine,
and your moist breath
falling over my neck...
light filters in and feathers float by.