LingerMature

you linger
on my skin
fresh
and warm
and everything
to ache for
pressed to my bones
and my blood
slow breaths
and closed eyes
flushing my skin
tingling my fingertips
warmth
down my back
and my legs
heat
tangled
in my hair
and lashed
across
my lips
dragging
and lingering
and aching
burning
begging
you linger
in the air
temptation
singing
your name

The End

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