Only Us
Body on body,
minding nothing else
No cares or worries,
thinking of ourselves.
On fire, you and I
we can't resist it,
Feeling lust so fierce,
hot tingling kisses.
Turning random thoughts and brief moments into poetry. I feel so novice, I wouldn't even consider myself a 'poet'. Maybe a mini manipulator of words, sometimes they flow together well, and other times, not so.
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