Pressure in the palms.
Lifting flesh over flesh to breathe
In unison, quickened.
Frevored pace
As the window darkens beyond
Luminous eyes shutting
Lips parting
Dampness of your palms
Press into me
And I fall into sleep
And you fall into my arms
A place you call love
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 6:53 PM UTC
Pressure in the palms.
Lifting flesh over flesh to breathe
In unison, quickened.
Frevored pace
As the window darkens beyond
Luminous eyes shutting
Lips parting
Dampness of your palms
Press into me
And I fall into sleep
And you fall into my arms
A place you call love
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