As I lie awake
flying inside my universe,
I wondered what it would feel like
if my lips, buzzing high,
grazes against yours.
The very thought
is not at all lewd;
it is modest, intimate,
and beautiful.
Shivers run up
and down my insides,
just the same.
The high is nothing
compared to this.
Feeling this, this, is my flight.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 12:51 AM UTC
As I lie awake
flying inside my universe,
I wondered what it would feel like
if my lips, buzzing high,
grazes against yours.
The very thought
is not at all lewd;
it is modest, intimate,
and beautiful.
Shivers run up
and down my insides,
just the same.
The high is nothing
compared to this.
Feeling this, this, is my flight.
