Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Hiding

Hurry
Hurry and take me home
So I can feel
Your skin 
On my skin 
Your hair becomes my shelter
As it falls around my face
My breath 
In your neck
Telling secrets 
Only your hips will hear
Learning 
Curving 
Thighs embraced 
Outlines traced
With fingertips and whispers

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