I seek the clean lines of your body,
The ribs of your cathedral; I want to feel its undergrowth.
Poking through the skin I'll graze the milky surface,
By twilight you'll be gone.
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love poems from a teenage girl
Poetryyou ever just wanna be loved by someone? i do too..
seeking
I seek the clean lines of your body,
The ribs of your cathedral; I want to feel its undergrowth.
Poking through the skin I'll graze the milky surface,
By twilight you'll be gone.
