Leaned forward,
Flushed against each other.
breaths mingled,
Like our necklaces tangled together.
Every second of silence is my reward.
Every second of silence is my torture.
The way he closed his eyes and breathed…
The way he wants to say something but lean….
To kiss me again.
To hold me close again..
And then he plead,
“Don’t stop, please.”
♡
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love,
daze<3
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