Poem

Pressed Against My Soul

This night needs your arms around me
This air needs the scent of you
Heavy on its soft breeze
These lips need the hungry pressure
Of yours on it, full of your taste
Overwhelming me
Drugging me with all of your heart
Pressed against my soul

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