there is a feeling
warm and tingling and
sweet
when i think about the
way i make you twitch
like your body is made of need
like nothing else is left
when i think about your fingers and my flesh
pressing and and
your breath on my lips your
smell
there is a feeling
it shoots up the centre of my body
from somewhere low
from somewhere base
when i remember opening for you
melting for you and how
you took what i offered
and gave me no
barrier between us
there is a feeling
all about the warm place
under the bony bit
in the middle of my chest
like my body was only made
to hold my beating heart
and it's about to fail
and i'm not sure where my
limbs are
until my hands find your skin
when we are slightly damp
and pressed together
when your kisses start
to mean something different
when you thank me again again when
you see me
and then you leave and
there is a feeling
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 3:38 PM UTC
there is a feeling
warm and tingling and
sweet
when i think about the
way i make you twitch
like your body is made of need
like nothing else is left
when i think about your fingers and my flesh
pressing and and
your breath on my lips your
smell
there is a feeling
it shoots up the centre of my body
from somewhere low
from somewhere base
when i remember opening for you
melting for you and how
you took what i offered
and gave me no
barrier between us
there is a feeling
all about the warm place
under the bony bit
in the middle of my chest
like my body was only made
to hold my beating heart
and it's about to fail
and i'm not sure where my
limbs are
until my hands find your skin
when we are slightly damp
and pressed together
when your kisses start
to mean something different
when you thank me again again when
you see me
and then you leave and
there is a feeling
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