Last night was the first time we got drunk,
the first time your hand glides down my arms,
fingers lace with mine, palm kissing.
The first time you put your head on my shoulder,
not because you're sleepy nor tipsy,
but because you want to be closer to me.
And the first time I heard you breathe on my neck,
god I was hooked! that deep calm sound
and the warmth of it quivers within.
I'd drink forever if it meant you'd never stop.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 8:17 AM UTC
Last night was the first time we got drunk,
the first time your hand glides down my arms,
fingers lace with mine, palm kissing.
The first time you put your head on my shoulder,
not because you're sleepy nor tipsy,
but because you want to be closer to me.
And the first time I heard you breathe on my neck,
god I was hooked! that deep calm sound
and the warmth of it quivers within.
I'd drink forever if it meant you'd never stop.
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