The taste of your lips
ignites a spark in my body.
A clear white flame
that burns with passions heat
The way I love you
rolls off your tongue
and into my mouth
so I can repeat it back.
Your hands on my waist,
just there,
occasionally running up and down
i can still feel them even when im asleep
I miss seeing you everyday,
and summer cut me deep because of it
And the times I see you are so short,
I feel though I need a whole lifetime with you
I feel as though I need to run away with you
somewhere far away where we need no one else
Where we can be alone for the rest of time.
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