Whispers spoken after 3 a.m. Secrets shared in the gleam of the moon. The tender kiss of your lips on my shoulder. The feather-light touch of your fingertips on my thigh. I wish we could stay like this Forever. But I’ll take this celebration of two bodies binding, till the dawn. -Kim V. Poetry
Whispers spoken after 3 a.m.
Secrets shared in the gleam of the moon.
The tender kiss of your lips on my shoulder.
The feather-light touch of your fingertips on my thigh.
I wish we could stay like this Forever.
But I’ll take this celebration of two bodies binding, till the dawn.
-Kim V. Poetry
Kim V. Poetry 
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