The depth of her green oval eyes encapsulates every part of me, sending chills the length of my spine it does. A breath under a tongue kiss grants me permission, permission to speak. To say anything at all, but my lips are fixed on kissing sanity to the wind, but then again, I’d taken the coolness of her skin as in the contagious laughter that exits her lips to my ears.
(Dusting off Dreams currently #12 out of 167k in poem)
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