With soft fleshy lips
pressed hard
full against my mouth
He could suffocate me with one kiss
Yet I would die happy
With a joyous tingling inside
Willing him to keep his luscious lips on mine
When his hands firmly hold my neck
Thumb trailing over my jaw
Fingers curling around my throat
He could halt the intake of air
Yet suffocation would bring only desire
As I sigh and die
By his warm hands
What great contrast! A thing edginess buried in love’s lust.
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Ah and what a thin line it is 😉
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If you are going to die, at least die happy! 🙂
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Right on 🙂
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Well written! 🙂
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