His fingers traced down my neck
Slowly, caressing the skin beneath my hair
Lust traveling like the electricity through the city wires
Longing for him to kiss my bleed lips
Biting the inside of my lip
Holding in the low sound of pleassure
His lips leaving a trace of damp
Just to later leave a mark
Heart so loud
Breathing so heavy
Craving more of what makes me weak
Electricity running wild, lose from the city wires
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Skin and bones
PoetryOur bodies pressed aggainst eachother Warmth climbing the two mountains Adrenaline electrifying our totch Tingel trevling in our fingers Lust sailing at the small lake between us You holding me, my skin and bones - this is a collection of texts tha...
