our tongues were
postponed
in ecstasy
and now i
can
feel the tension
mold
around the warm glow of your breath
the tremor of my body is born
in my heart and etched in cold swingsets.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 10:51 PM UTC
our tongues were
postponed
in ecstasy
and now i
can
feel the tension
mold
around the warm glow of your breath
the tremor of my body is born
in my heart and etched in cold swingsets.
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