rounded nails trail along flushed yielding flesh and swollen
rosy lips fall open with reserved whispers of affection. The
taste of his breath glazes over my tongue and teeth, snatched up kiss.
His pulse ricochets against my rough palms and mimics
my own thundering heart. I am burning under his touch and my smouldering touch and
my shaking body is becoming an open flame, too hot
for my polar heart to handle.
- and I worry that melting my heart will break the dam to the mountain of things I do not want
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