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Myths of Love

 

Its me grasping for air

Before we kiss, after my sigh in our smiles 

You putting your beutiful hand on my waist

The other on my cheek

We look deep into eachother

Its in the way our eyes first meet

The gaze 

How our eys flicker aroused then closees

and when we open them were in heaven

The tingle in my body

Our smiles again, the curtisy of you

asking if you may…

even if you dont, but still both

My rosepetals lips against yours

My back arching

Our lips bruching

 

Our light flicks of our tounges

are like soft sweet summer rain 

The earthchake to my core

The feeling of coming home

In the temple room we want to live in

Our kiss that lasts for an eternity

Us levitating in our own sphere

 

The hunger through the nerves 

This is love

And we are here

No turning back, we know what this is

How do we even breath

so perfectly with our tounges

dancing so vividly soft and hard

in this ballroom of life whithin its beat




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Publicerad 2024-10-16 21:12



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