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Disclaimer:RATED R (restricted) for adult themes
Warm, sweet breath,
Spills over my neck, my collarbone.
Graceful, fragile shoulders,
Bearing the weight of the world tonight.
Your strong touch,
Rubs away the aches in my body,
But not the aches in my soul.
Those are far too deep for your hands.
My eyes are closed, I might be asleep.
Your breath flows down,
Into the valley of my chest,
Across the plains of my stomach,
To the jungle below.
I begin to sweat.
I hear colourful birds call out,
And I call back to them.
On silent wings, you fly south.
A wave of heat rolls over me,
Starting at my knees,
Working its way up to my mouth.
My lips part--
A warm, sweet breath escapes.
It flows into your ear, you shiver.
Your lips part--
As our breath meets and intertwines.
Dancing up over our heads,
As we fall back down,
From our elation.
We lie side-by-side.
Not touching.
That inch is miles.
All I want is to be touched again,
As our breath steals into the shadows,
Across the wall,
Past the window.
A warm, sweet breath,
Crawls down my neck,
Caresses my collarbone,
Along my world-bearing shoulders.
Your solid touch,
Chases the tingle away.
Replacing it with heat, pressure, friction.
Though the aches in my body are gone,
The aches in my soul remain.
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Define yourself or someone else will.
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