I sometimes imagine my hands on your
cool skin.
Hush, love, just let your warmth grow
from within.
Let your light seep out the corners of your
almond eyes.
I ache to hear the cacophony of your lovely,
begging sighs.
You make my laugh tumble like inefficient
lovers dancing.
As you writhe and swirl, my heartstrings are for your
fingers grasping.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
I sometimes imagine my hands on your
cool skin.
Hush, love, just let your warmth grow
from within.
Let your light seep out the corners of your
almond eyes.
I ache to hear the cacophony of your lovely,
begging sighs.
You make my laugh tumble like inefficient
lovers dancing.
As you writhe and swirl, my heartstrings are for your
fingers grasping.
Amara Pendergraft 2014
I sometimes worry if she thinks I'm worthy of her time.
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