Pull Me In

May 30, 2020

Pull me in

Surround me with your undertones

Make me guess what's coming

Blinded to the spontaneity

The sense of your nimble fingers

Gliding and pressing as though I am the strings on your guitar

Breath heightens as well as heart

The sound of a chorus, as you play those chords

As my hips dance to your music, I give in to you

And pull you in to me

©kaylynnicole

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