With the sound of my name

Escaping your lips,

The letters unfolding themselves

From a curled up slumber


Your mouth forming letters

The way light colored bruises

Should bloom softly across my skin

So tenderly dim

That only I could feel

Where teeth had gently grazed the surface


Your breath comes out like a sigh

In which I can hear unspoken whispers

Wrap around my waist

And feel them pull me towards you


Your eyes devour every inch of me

Consuming me with ravenous gazes

And lustful implications


Until finally

Your lips press against mine

And I can feel our souls

Touch and intertwine

Through my exhale

And your inhale


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