He
Was first to my second
(instict)
gulp of air tasted like his breath
I had wrapped my arms around his
paper white t-shirt
his skin beneath was firm
we were like pasta boiling over
I wanted to slip my fingers through his teddy-bear hair
centemeters to my feet
his eyes were mine
quiverering with electricity-
he wrapped himself,
a shell around my frame
a core to his body that he
didn’t think was wild
until now
and it felt so good to know
all the people in the world
did not touch his mind while I mentioned
how we could be one step away from the term one tends to shy away from
in heaven-willing
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Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
He
Was first to my second
(instict)
gulp of air tasted like his breath
I had wrapped my arms around his
paper white t-shirt
his skin beneath was firm
we were like pasta boiling over
I wanted to slip my fingers through his teddy-bear hair
centemeters to my feet
his eyes were mine
quiverering with electricity-
he wrapped himself,
a shell around my frame
a core to his body that he
didn’t think was wild
until now
and it felt so good to know
all the people in the world
did not touch his mind while I mentioned
how we could be one step away from the term one tends to shy away from
in heaven-willing
love-rants like this
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