Every inch pushing deeper,
lacing sweet spillings
with soft kisses
Moans encase my heart,
beating it against
the bones
Then,
with eyes opening,
I realize how cold my fingers are.
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Every inch pushing deeper, lacing sweet spillings with soft kisses
Moans encase my heart, beating it against the bones
Then, with eyes opening, I realize how cold my fingers are.
Author notesUnrequited love. In a listA contest entry
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