Your breath meets mine in a comfortable silence that
protects my body and embraces my mind. Your touch firm around my waist but skin
soft and delicate like lace. I burrow further into your body, into your chest
and I kiss your heart slowly and gently so you don’t skip a beat. Your eyes big
your moan soft. I worry about you but worry more about what you could do to me.
I’ve become addicted, dependent on you. Your touch like a drug, and baby I need
a hit before I fade. You’re my light, my life-line and I’m scared once you
realise this truth, instead of holding me tighter you’ll just run faster.
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