our fingertips tingle, mingle
as our flesh converses
curves of the tongue
caress the intakes
of breath
life turned simple
on a dime
hearts in time
with a rhythm and a rhyme
and I'm yours
and you're mine.
as our flesh converses
curves of the tongue
caress the intakes
of breath
life turned simple
on a dime
hearts in time
with a rhythm and a rhyme
and I'm yours
and you're mine.
Soccerlover2010
MissFaber
J-blotting-ink
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