his lips brush against mine
his one hand on the small of my back
his other clasping my small wrist
bringing it around his neck
his voice floats through my head
his words piercing my heart
his tone resonating in my soul
telling me i am lovely.
his heart beats with mine
his touch brings me to my knees
his love wraps me in warmth
i am his and he is mine
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Words for the Contradictions
Poesia"Here's to all the living, breathing contradictions trying to fit into a world that hates them affectionately and loves them indifferently."~unknown
