When I am
submerged in Ky's bed, I am
no longer alone.
When lying down in
cold sheets, smelling asian spices, feeling warm skin,
next to me is a real man who moves and tastes like water.
We are.
completely connected, yet never as one-
[with dark skin on pale, that's foolish to think]
but
lying down there, is always enough,
for me to feel complete.
And feeling his heart,
beat in sync with mine.
Counting the freckles,
on his back.
Combing his hair,
with my fingers,
is enough for me,
to never go home.
Please tell me what you think
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"next to me is a real man who moves and tastes like water." oh lord, what a perfect line. I smiled the whole way through.
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