friday nights

The feel of your touch,
the warmth of your kiss,
the smell of smoke,
swirling in the air around us.
Nothing exists outside of this
nothing else matters.
Your soft lips graze my neck,
my cheek,
my mouth,
until I am inhaling your sweet flavor.
The feeling of two bodies
two people
so close,
so connected,
ecstasy flowing through our blood
intertwined in every way possible
your eyes meet mine
and I know this is more then lust
this is real
this is love





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