Breasts to chest, my hed

Rests at the nap of your neck.

Palms ascend

from my ass to the middle of my back,

And back…

Fingertips leave traces of your imagination.

Breath aligns with the

strokes upon my skin.

You rise as I take in your scent.

We ascend

to a space where only you and I

exist – no time, no walls,

just the love we don’t


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