Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Move Along

And your hand was bathed in white light
Pressed hard against me
Warmed by the opening blood vessels
Swarmed by the scent of your breath
Melting into your fingertips
With gentle hand on hip

Wrecklessness our only plan
Kids for a night
Breaking rules
With blanket forts in toe

Lock the door
Keep me in the corner of your room
Feed me orgasms and truth




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