Sigh
Intoxicated
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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