The sun bakes sweat on my skinwhere your imprint lays dormant.My breath is short and ticksin my chest: a rhythmout of balance with my feet. I close mine to meet with your eyes.A vision of your mouth without a smileunearths the darkness hidden underthe soft coating of a tongue,pulsing in time when we kiss again.Continue reading “Out Of Breath”
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