Come, my love
let us speak now
the language
of skin
imprint
your lexicon
in my every hollow
stroke that soft spot
above my hipbone
you love so well
linger there
like we have
forever
mold my body
to fit yours
wrap me in sleep
precious few
hours remain
imagine to never
touch again.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 9:37 AM UTC
Come, my love
let us speak now
the language
of skin
imprint
your lexicon
in my every hollow
stroke that soft spot
above my hipbone
you love so well
linger there
like we have
forever
mold my body
to fit yours
wrap me in sleep
precious few
hours remain
imagine to never
touch again.
Is there anything better?
: )
