Gently our foreheads rest upon the other
Eyes closed with proximity's comfort
Noses not quite touching
Your sweet breath teasingly whisping about my lips
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A/N:
You feel me?
-DarthPadre
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Maximum Exposure
PoetryThis is a continuation of 'Exposed'. There is no theme per se, just poems i have written over the years. If you see something you like please vote, comment and share. If you think you see one of those one in a hundred poems, shoot me a note, i'm...
