Do you love it─
When my fingertips trail down your curves like a soothing car trip towards home?
Do you love it─
When my lips sloppily kisses your lavender scented skin and leaves blueberry imprints?
Do you feel it─
When my nose waft hot steams on your spine as it gets exciting?
Isn't it legible─
That we both wanted this?
Your body is a home and I am running towards it.
Don't you treasure it too?
As I sink impossibly further into your arms.
Don't you treasure it too?
As our legs entangled into one another.
Don't you treasure it too?
The ignition in our eyes,they are burning in love.
Can we both comprehend that
─the messy sheets became our favourite type of mess?
─the jerks our bodies made for one another became our favourite mountain?
─and that the pounding adrenaline became our favourite drum beats.
Honey,
I promise I won't run away from this home anymore.
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OLD FILMS IN POETRIES
PuisiIt's a film in poetry─A little lively,a little sad,a little death,a little pleasure,a little desire and wishes,a little rest and a little nurturing.
