And so I desire us
to be thus;
Our scents combined,
your lips on mine,
these hands, they brush,
my skin, all flushed,
our pieces puzzled,
our voices muffled,
sweet taste of sweat,
both give
both get.
~j~
*this place is a dive* watch out for the verbal diarrhea (All words within are mine. ~unless otherwise noted)
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