it will be
a conversation
between skin cells.
fingers and lips
will take the lead.
the soft touch
between
tingling toes and still cold but crumpled bedsheets.
i want
heavy eyes,
moans,
sighs
and everything.
i want it all.
with you.
i want you.
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YOU ARE READING
All Feathers and Hollow Bones
PoetryI'm a bird in your arms- all feathers and hollow bones. My stomach and my heart are not really a mass of tissue and blood and veins. They're just a bunch of butterflies ready to fly up, up and away. ○●○● Love letters in verse. From Him to Her. ...
