The Damsel
Sep 17, 2015
Updated: Nov 15, 2019
You say
My cheeks
Are beautiful
These ones
I contour
And hate
Trace my jawline
With your kisses
Hold my hips
Breathe my air
Hold me
Like poetry
Love me
Like warmth
You are the first
I can see forever
Despite the chasm
Of unknown
I'm afraid of falling
But it almost
Looks appealing
And my heart is breaking
But my breath is leaving
Oh Gosh
These feels
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