About TimeA Poem by Buniheart
Yesterday,
I think I felt time. He stood still, as he stretched each tireless breathe, into unfamiliar sensations. All senses now heighten, your touch pulsating, with warmth beneath my bare skin. I closed my eyes, desperately clinging to the air, surrounding your being, as I waited for your next embrace. And still, I'm still, Absolutely enthralled. © 2018 Buniheart |
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