Chasing me for me weeks.
Dirty messages on my phone.
I’m here now.
What’s the plan?
Body to body.
Face to face.
Clothes fall like
waterfalls to the floor.
Kisses tracing patterns.
That fingers have made.
The heat is almost too much.
I stare into your eyes.
And never look away.
The rush, the love, the peace.
Soft kisses on collarbones,
And I know, that it’s always
Been you.

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