Monday, 28 April 2014

Breath


Against my neck I feel your breath.  

Against my back I feel you press. 

Your hand on my hip. 

My neck on your lips. 

The night is quiet. 

There I lay

As the night turns to day. 

Against my neck I feel you breathe. 

Against my hip I feel you move. 

Your hand against my flesh feels so smooth. 

Against my neck I feel your lips

as you pull me back by my hip. 

In the quiet of the night my lip I bite. 

And moan instead. 

As we lay together in this bed. 

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