Monday, September 26, 2011
How much time do I need to get over you?
I like it in the dark; I can't tell where my body starts and where your body ends. I'm moving, caressing your face and snaking my leg with yours until I feel the full outline of your torso. I wish I could press into it and breathe you in. I know I could be happy in your arms.
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