I wish I could go back to the night -
when his nose was against my neck,
sending shivers all over my body;
when his mouth was pressed against my ear,
whispering my name;
and his fingertips on my spine,
tracing constellations of promises he couldn’t keep
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ПоэзияWhat I couldn't say out loud, I write. Completed! Check out new poetry in Rumblings of the Sky :)
