She glides her fingers
Across his lips, leans in and
Kisses his shoulder.
—-
Her hair falls across
His neck as she breathes him in
Her breath excites him. .
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Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. ❤️
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