the heat of your kiss on my neck
makes me wilt
i crumble at the thought of your sacred touch
the anticipation of more than a kiss
of another holy night entangled with you
i ache for only you
i am completely and irrevocably yours
—
the heat of your kiss on my neck
makes me wilt
i crumble at the thought of your sacred touch
the anticipation of more than a kiss
of another holy night entangled with you
i ache for only you
i am completely and irrevocably yours

I’m Kim, the writer behind the curtain so to speak. I read and review books, write poetry, and sometimes write blogs about my life.
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