The soft sheets under me crankle,
As your skin brushes over mine,
Our hands playing,
Our Bodies tangled,
The edge of your tongue,
On the surface of my skin,
Feels electric and magical,
Your kisses lit me up on fire,
Your whispers sound melodious,
Your breathing is music to my ears,
I want to know every inch of your soul,
I keep wanting more of you every sec,
I want to feel more of you,
The look in your eyes feel heaven,
I want to consume all the love you're giving me tonight.
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Poetry[Highest rating :- #50] "His sweet succulent scent was so deeply sunken in my skin, Like the ink of poems absorbed by the pale paper. " ................................................... A collection of Random self-written poems, Both short and lo...
