'Air borne'
My thoughts race of you like the speed of light, to uncover what is true, your height? enough so that I'm able to look up to you. Your eyes are deep and dark containing their own beauty, your hair coils, just as my sturdy tongue will, while exploring the valley that is your mouth.
The warmth
The response
The force
The taste
The moans
The groans
Takes me up, up into the air, like a bird, like a plane, like a pollen grain...Airborne!
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