The light hits your hand
And my mouth hits the floor
It's the way you touch my neck
And your eyes that tell me "more"
This is divine
sublime
it's a crime
I'd suppose
To feel so earthed
And so high-
Slipping down the slope
of the bridge of your nose
Those naked
sacred
puppy dog eyes
Strawberry rhubarb pies
and warm wool
I don't know how you do it
if only I knew it
I feel like you know me so well
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 6:16 PM UTC
The light hits your hand
And my mouth hits the floor
It's the way you touch my neck
And your eyes that tell me "more"
This is divine
sublime
it's a crime
I'd suppose
To feel so earthed
And so high-
Slipping down the slope
of the bridge of your nose
Those naked
sacred
puppy dog eyes
Strawberry rhubarb pies
and warm wool
I don't know how you do it
if only I knew it
I feel like you know me so well
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