Poetry

3:02 am thoughts written under my sheets..

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14. falling

 

 And like falling from the highest peak I indulged in each trace of her skin, like her bones were the rocks on jagged cliffs; dangerous and thrillingly enticing, her hands were like the tangled ferns that grew against the rocks, swaying and grasping me. providing me with something to hold. Her eyes were the broken waves, that licked tiredly at the waves and drowned the twisted ferns, but her lips... her lips were the depth of the ocean, and with each kiss i knew i was sinking, deeper and deeper and there was no way in hell I would ever go up for air.

come up for air

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