I don't know, how this began.
Soft words
Kind smile
A kiss
Holding hands.
It wasn't this place, that lead me here.
It was the promise of,
your skin
your breath
shouted whispers
slowly brush against my ear
while the bass thumps in my breast,
threatening to
break ribs
tear flesh
like the ache I feel, to pull you close and
consume your
rule your
be a fool for
how did this begin..
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