when our bodies clasp each other
my heart lights a beach bonfire-
and my toes forever step in it's embers.
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Gorgeous. Ooh baby, baby. - el Mosk
ReplyDeleteNever thought of burning feet as a good thing, but now it doesn't sound so bad.
ReplyDeleteright there with ya
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