To taste the warmth
At the back of your neck -
Salt, sun, and yourself -
With lips, and teeth,
And tongue and fingertips
I long to worship you,
To trace your being into
Every ending of my nerves,
To crawl inside your shirt
And sink myself within
The circle of your arms.
At the back of your neck -
Salt, sun, and yourself -
With lips, and teeth,
And tongue and fingertips
I long to worship you,
To trace your being into
Every ending of my nerves,
To crawl inside your shirt
And sink myself within
The circle of your arms.
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