The warm summer nights were thick with heat and lust and stars sprinkled around like the freckles across the bridge of your nose.
Bridge of your nose is the bridge to my nose as my lips signal yours.
Sometimes you make my heart race fast enough that I mistake it for rain dripping staccato patterns from the eaves of your roof.
Locusts stuck on replay.
And the bed sheets stick to my skin, slick with sweat, like a lover who just doesn’t want to leave.
Those sheets are made of ocean and night so deep you think you can reach down and pull dreams out of the folds.
Cool air rolls over your face and I think it’s called a Chinook or trade wind, maybe sea breeze.
It carries secrets from your mouth into the canyons and valleys of your blankets and straight into mine.
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ooooooooooooh, nice. i like it a lot. it radiates warm feelings, it s making me fell nice and cozzy.
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steamy....
ooooohhh..sounds like it's for someone special.
great job expressing your feelings. the only thing i would recommend is breaking up the lines a little more to let it flow better. -
Lovely read. Thanks so much for sharing your talent.
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wow, this is great a pleassure to read, take care
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