oh,
those collarbones of yours,
how i adore them,
peeking out of your skin,
begging to be kissed,
craving the essence of being showered with affection.
i brush my lips against them,
and goosebumps rise upon your skin;
an indication of contentment,
i provide them with love,
for i decide that
endearment is what they deserve,
since they are a part of your existence
that i have became infatuated with.
o.r
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P O E T R Y // o.r
Şiira compilation of vivid thoughts. [lower case intended] WARNING: some of these poems may be triggering. please do not read this book if you are easily influenced. ~ sending love and tranquil vibes ~
