

ripples is a pondHis breath on my neck. 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.ripples is a pond
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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Everybody gets a little lost sometimes
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He's a man of few words and many bodybags.
its you.
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click clack.
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