The look in your eyes is soft
your hands gentle and slow
the air between us heated
filled with sighs and rumbling voices
my hand across your face,
chin, cheek, lips
Your touch makes my stomach leap
my mouth is covered and too numb with
your hungry kisses
to whisper what I'm internally screaming
Longing to tear away from
the last threads of worry
restraining me from the
airy delights of
your wholey intense nature
my heart aches for a whisper
Of three simple words
even now though they would be heated
the meaninglessness would be enough
to warm me
if only for a moment
and steal me away from the cold dreary visions
of reality before me














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