Make love to me.

A scrach of skin,
A breath as I pull her hair,  
The split of a bitten lip
Slow down.
The fall of a pillow
The crackle of a candle
A gentle turn of the bed sheet

Listening for sentiment in our stillness,
Between moans,
Her ear upon my chest
My lips on her forehead
Can you feel me?
Between your fingers,
Falling only deeper into the crease of your smile
When all the rest of you is exposed.
In a space they couldn't adore with lust
In a postion they couldn't partake w.o trust.
Can I wake to you?
If I take it slow...                                


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