Our love is the light from street lamps reflecting off your bare shoulder nestled in the curve above my thigh
It is fearlessly melting into your eyes, your arms, and the wants of my own heart
Our love will keep us safe for as long as it keeps our hearts caressed by intricately woven layers of butterflies and hot skin
It is wanting to kiss not only you, but every word you say, every noise you make and every thought you create
Our love is laughing and crying and falling apart just to fall back into your arms
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Tacenda
Poetrytacenda (n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence
