biopic

Posted: April 14, 2012 in love, me, poetry, sex

tiny fingertip tingles
laughing licking kisses
brushes of stand up hairs
prickly lipped tastes
falling rising loved up lungs
sparkling aromatic darkness
on and on and on and off
each breath begging
a curl slid left
an eye twinkling dew
interlocking souls
carried away by passionate giggles

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