

ripples is a pond His breath on my neck.ripples is a pond by ~HowIDisappear
Hands through his hair.
Goosebumps, ripples in a pond.
The drums quicken, the heat rises.
Eyes drawn to eachother, can't let go.
Emotions fill the space, making silence obsolete.
Kisses like rain in the summer, so sweet, just as beautiful, but not as rare.
Whispers down my spine.
Embraced in his arms is my heaven.
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some hearts are true
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He's a man of few words and many bodybags.
its you.
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SEE HOW BRIGHTLY I BURN.