a love letter to nobody in particular– (Read: ‘Vous m’avez brisé le coeur, le bijou de ma vie.’)
maybe it’s the squiggle in your hips when you stretch and mew in my warm bed before you’ve actually woken …
maybe it’s the squiggle in your hips when you stretch and mew in my warm bed before you’ve actually woken …
wander with me dear
fingers laced in bated breath
burning with passion
brass bell ensemble
brazen beauty swing stepping
dance with me darling
land of milk and honey
indian paintbrushed meadow
beautiful Utah
dragonflies hover
lily pads like checkerboards
listen to the fish
grapevine our swingset
coy summer breeze blows on by
your silhouette sings
rubies in roses
diamond encrusted daisies
gilding the lily
a breath of fresh air
empty space between fingers
we fit together
as I’m grounded here
my thoughts stray; lips on her ear
fingertip wishes
two souls side by side
fingers laced breath matched in time
her face is music
shivers in the sheets
tittilating fingertips
ravish me, darling
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