i want to linger
on your thigh
with my cheek
i want to worship
on your thigh
with my cheek
i want to worship
at your breasts
with my breath
i want to memorize
every curve of you
with my lips
the best poetry is never written, spoken or sung it is breathed - carried by the blood to every organ, tissue, and cell. it gives us life.
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