What is it about the warmth
of your skin on mine that makes
everything right? How much stronger
your collarbone is than mine,
strong enough for me to hold on to,
when you do that thing
that makes me need
to hold onto something, to keep me
from falling away inside my own eyes,
I get so lost in the moments, want to live forever in them,
those magical bits of time stretched out like glitter taffy,
when everything disappears
except you, loving me completely.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Comments (4)
Sensual in such a gentle, emotional way. Beautifully written.
I agree with Paul on this one! haha 💛
Oooh. Sensual. Not flat lol. Stop thinking that.
Beautifully erotic, Harper!