Poetry (words)

Still


I want to cover your eyes and pull you back against me. Whisper things I shouldn’t tell you, just to leave you breathless. 

I love touching you. I’d rather forget the colour of the sky than ever forget what that feels like. 

I’d rather crave you like this, ravenously than to have never know that total satisfaction. 

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