I want to feel your skin against mine,
Without any definite borders between.

I want to take in every scent of yours,
With every breath of mine.

I want you to lay beside me,
With your eyes staring deep into mine.

Take a peek in my soul through the window,
Without falling too hard in the rock bottom.

Tickle me behind my neck,
With your soft lips and the wet tongue.
Or maybe there, where even your touch
sends a shiver down the spine.

Kiss my lips or bite them,
It doesn’t matter since it’s a part of you.

Take my hand and abandon your dysphoria,
For together we’ll stay happy in our utopia.

©The Honest Fabler
©Cover credits- Google Images


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