Not Tonight
May 6, 2013
peeking eyes
feigning sleep
gripping tight
too much to breathe
lost in thought
caught in possibilities
leading us to the move....
slipping hands
groping fingers
touching lips
so soft and ginger
warm to the touch
much like a fire
but we were wanting more...
beating hearts
breathing breaths
slowing,
slowing...
theres nothing more
but sleep.
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