Petals and Prick

PAP 12: Uncontained

The bottle uncontained
Half full, half empty
Then you pick it up surprisingly

With your sweet gentle hands
Your warm arms that wrap me around
Your cozy chest that lean upon
Your hands that caress so gentle
Your lips that plants soft kisses
Your hold that grasp my hand
Your fingers gentle touch
Your whispers of your longing

Its yours, the happiness that fulfills
The bottle uncontained.

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Miss Heartstrong