i miss your hands on me i just wanna be touched, i wonder if you feel the same kind of electric rush
i miss kissing you and hearing you sigh when i kissed your neck, i wonder if anything will happen next
it turns to short paced breaths when you bite my lip and my tongue tastes your fingertips
although it's heavy breaths and sighs of your name when i'm covered in blankets of charcoal and grey
our tongues create a net and our hands do the tricks and i'm trying to find who'll fall into the pit
you know we always say "i won"? well maybe that's just part of the fun
we want want we can't have and that's more more more
one day we'll both be breathless behind closed doors
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrya series of the 666 diaries, this is number 3. started in april 2016, ended jan 2017.
