soft curls spill over his face
like the solemn expression he holds
my unspoken emotion reflects
off of the gleam in his eyes
secrets dance across his lips
when he smiles
i want to be closer
than the prints on his fingers
i want to taste his thoughts
with only the tip of my tongue
whispering promises
that i haven’t made yet
i just want to know
him
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
soft curls spill over his face
like the solemn expression he holds
my unspoken emotion reflects
off of the gleam in his eyes
secrets dance across his lips
when he smiles
i want to be closer
than the prints on his fingers
i want to taste his thoughts
with only the tip of my tongue
whispering promises
that i haven’t made yet
i just want to know
him
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