Where the airy swell of your stomach
Meets the curve of my spine
Where your wrists and ankles
Lay tangent to mine
This is all I could need
And it scares me so much,
That I'll never be happier
Than I am where we touch.
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 9:40 PM UTC
Where the airy swell of your stomach
Meets the curve of my spine
Where your wrists and ankles
Lay tangent to mine
This is all I could need
And it scares me so much,
That I'll never be happier
Than I am where we touch.
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