Poem

Brush and Soft Skin

I want to run my fingertips
Along the edges of your soul
To quiet your mind
That won’t stop turning
Brush my lips over soft skin
Of your throat
To breath in the scent
That had me utterly enticed
To feel you relax
Against my side
And let the worries
Slide of you with every next breath

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