We learned to whipser almost without sound.
Where our eyes did the speaking and our breaths carried their words.
I ache for your skin.
Almost as if your touch would put out the fire in my veins.
If only…
I’d reach out to touch your face, trace your lips.
Perhaps, if I could have the chance, slide my hand from your mouth, past your collar bone and below your hips.
Any kind of mischief our bodies could get into.
Entry 5 10. 02.10
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I see beauty, and you're all that my mind perceives as the word.
