i.
Into iced lemon
water
your fingers dip
and trace
the smile
on my lips -
kiss me.
ii.
Sweet hands
cradle my face
a quiet breath
taken
stirs
a sleeping
tongue
on pink pillows
iii.
Early morning
sunlight
fire falls
from the ashes
of stars
into our mouths
we burn
each moan
with a kiss.

























Meg



Or iced tea with lemons...
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