Subtle hints of Patchouli in the air.
Thoughts of you and I in the bare.
My straps fall softly, I lean in.
Oh, how beautiful when the Sun is on your skin.
Your chocolate swirled musk teases my senses.
In this moment, there is no resisting.
I kiss your lips.
Feeling the breeze, warm, and thick.
Sending chills down my spine.
The only thing in mind, is, your mine.
Your arms wrap around me.
I feel your heat, puts my will, at defeat.
Your hand softly braces my back.
I want to give in, and that’s a fact.
You grip my neck, I surrender.
Sweetly you whisper, not yet.
I’m weakened by your touch.
This yearning is just so much.
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Photo edited by: Miya Banks
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Miya Banks
I'm here to use my words to light a path of wonder, insightful, imaginative, heart-skipping and thought-provoking figurative plots that sweep, drive and plunge you into our alternate worlds. Please enjoy, it's my pleasure.
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