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I would call it taboo They would call it disgrace When I kiss from your neck Right up to your face Lingering touches Hold more than you know Naked and vulnerable Still so much too show Born from my heartbreak You were never one to speak So actions spoke loudest And it was beautifully bleak Stripped down from our clothes Soft skin gliding together The bridge has been crossed But I could stay here forever When our souls intertwine Is when I feel most at home Yet, between friends and lovers Is a place called ‘alone’ And so you tell me you love me I know what you mean But I can’t help but wonder What might have been And so I kiss from your neck Right up to your face Because to be alone with you Is my favourite place
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 2:30 PM UTC
My favourite place
I would call it taboo They would call it disgrace When I kiss from your neck Right up to your face Lingering touches Hold more than you know Naked and vulnerable Still so much too show Born from my heartbreak You were never one to speak So actions spoke loudest And it was beautifully bleak Stripped down from our clothes Soft skin gliding together The bridge has been crossed But I could stay here forever When our souls intertwine Is when I feel most at home Yet, between friends and lovers Is a place called ‘alone’ And so you tell me you love me I know what you mean But I can’t help but wonder What might have been And so I kiss from your neck Right up to your face Because to be alone with you Is my favourite place
stankman
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 2:30 PM UTC
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