Blacken thoughts

Open arms, sweet aromas.
Skin, your skin, my skin, our skin
That receive gentle kisses, subtle kisses that start,
From your chest and work its way down,
Caress, caress the liveliness of your heart.
Bless the sequence that’s left in the dark.
No satin sheets, no covers. All we will ever need is one another.

 

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