Fingers running, your lips deftly persue
And stray farther from my aching chest
They press, so kindly
Those whispered words.
You speak so softly, dear
But in each touch of your lips
My body feels like running water
And the waves break rhythmically
On the surface of my skin.
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 7:45 PM UTC
Fingers running, your lips deftly persue
And stray farther from my aching chest
They press, so kindly
Those whispered words.
You speak so softly, dear
But in each touch of your lips
My body feels like running water
And the waves break rhythmically
On the surface of my skin.
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