The feeling of the salt from the sweat on his fingertips
Seeping into the split crevices of her lips
Stinging
But she loved the pain
As if it was the last touch shed receive from him
For the sensation reminded her
Within that moment
She was truly alive
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Poesia"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings; it takes its origin from emotions recollected in tranquility." -William Wordsworth An amateur collection of my dark poetry, spoken word, and deep late-night thoughts. ***{ONG...
