Scent of Us
what is there now my love
after beating hearts dry wet skin
pulsating lips whisper the moon to rise
thighs wilt beneath the satin sun
and we tuck into pillows,
laced in the scent of us
Copyright © Mark Anthony Cotterman | Year Posted 2016
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