08 February 2015


Your lips, pressed to mine,
make me feel soft;
mold me to your body.
There is nowhere else I want to be.
Your hands, over my fingers,
make me feel small;
lace your fingers with mine.
There is nothing else I'd rather feel.
Your heartbeat, against my ear,
makes me feel quiet;
keep me close to it.
There is nothing else I need to hear.

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