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Heated nights.

Scared,
far from perfect;
still each thump is felt.

{I rest upon your chest}


Beauty blossoms
from every
treasure within me
you, so delicately
stumble upon.


Temperatures soar into the night
Leaves float, kiss naked skin
and ignite upon touch



...love desirably shared

Um I don't know speak the truth lol :)

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