Shortness on my hands
Along your neck
Oversensitive,
Can't grab on.
Pleasure surges,
My skin betrays in pink splurges,
Your breath in uneven gasps,
Our hearts in rapid beating.
We are spent, over, done.
I trace your stubble while
Into my longer strands your fingers plunge,
Ready to repeat the impossible.
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Love Strings (Completed)
ChickLitAngie, a live-in-the-now singer-songwriter on the cusp of fame, sweeps Mike, a proper Mama's boy and a structural engineer by day, off his feet the moment they shake hands. They can't deny the chemistry between them, so they start with a boom. What'...
