Realization
I breathe deeply to the rhythm
of your thrust. My hair lightly
bounce around the little curve
of my back. I can see the depth of your
blue desire to be free.
of your thrust. My hair lightly
bounce around the little curve
of my back. I can see the depth of your
blue desire to be free.
My hands grasp onto your shoulders
tightly, as my weakened legs quiver.
You looked at me;
seeing a part of yourself you've always
been afraid
tightly, as my weakened legs quiver.
You looked at me;
seeing a part of yourself you've always
been afraid
to touch.
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