Peach Fuzz
I can feel your breath,
dance on peach fuzz,
honeysuckle smoke,
whispers in my lung,
every follicle tuned,
we are two of one,
quietly a buzz,
bucolic beds state,
unassuming,
the hours. Delicate.
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2024
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