Devious Journal Entry

Mar 1, 20171 min read

Deviation Actions

Published: Mar 1, 2017

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Your fingertips dance across my ribs like your bare feet on the floorboards. The heater’s warm like the red wine inside of you. Heat seeking hands wander over your body like a missile in the deep blue Atlantic Ocean. I can never get close enough. Pulling you in so hard I’m afraid you’ll snap. Just like a flower stem wrapped in my palms. Stretched out arms as I beg for your delicate frame around mine. You know right where you fit. I know right where you belong.

I miss you.
I miss you.

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