The little embossed moments
Of rugged fingers
Tracing every contour
Along your lips
When sheets and treads
Remain lonely distances
And legs entwined
We crave
For frozen tickings
Hands that have learned
Every way
Around your silhouetted waist
And eyes
That became home.
Of rugged fingers
Tracing every contour
Along your lips
When sheets and treads
Remain lonely distances
And legs entwined
We crave
For frozen tickings
Hands that have learned
Every way
Around your silhouetted waist
And eyes
That became home.
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