The curve of your body
I fuck your likeness
Nothing compares
Not to the feel of your hands
on my naked breasts
My head resting on your neck
Not to your legs wrapped around mine
Sweat pooled between us
YOU ARE READING
A Series of Sexless Poetry
PuisiBasically the way my mind works at night. For J and our late night conversations. Not gonna lie this is the most misleading title ever.
