It Is
It's the stories your eyes tell me when I lie inside of you
And the rhythm your body dances to when you sit in me .
It's the soft breeze that you breathe when you lean into my neck pit and scratch my napes
And the silent sighs of pleasure that your lips blow.
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It's the slow crawls of your skin upon mine
And the gentle heat from your honeycomb.
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It's the way you whisper"I love you"
when we lie in eachother like missionaries.
That makes my heartbeat again and again
Your are my heart quake
My fall
Yet my redemption.
And yes!
You always tastes great!!
Abimbola
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