the heat from your fingertips
linger on my skin
a fleeting reminder
that there's no better feeling in the world
than to be loved by you
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words whispered in the wind
Poetry~~~~ these words I whisper to myself these words I whisper in the wind and hopefully, these words you will whisper out loud to yourself when you look at the clock and see that it's three am once again ~~~~ All rights reserved.
fingertips
the heat from your fingertips
linger on my skin
a fleeting reminder
that there's no better feeling in the world
than to be loved by you
