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Description
The imprints of my skin,
glaze along the edges of your body;
as my fingers trail across,
the pores of your flesh:
which narrates such beautiful words for me.

I have defeated distance,
as I can absorb every trace of your movements.
Please don't start such a delicate procedure:
your attempt to conceal,
the smile blooming across your face;
passing through the silk of your hair,
and sinking into the pupils within my eyes.

This session is void of verbal responses;
As the distinct melodies drown out the world.
The subtle rustling of your hair;
as your index finger clings onto each strand,
tugging gingerly, as if to pick off,
the dry leaves off a tree,
as Fall begins.

Encircled by unnecessary distractions:
the droplets of water, shattering on impact,
as they crash onto the smooth surface of your sink;
scratching the tranquil air that we occupy.
I however, still remain a subject to your seduction:
as you gradually tug against the cord connecting us,
reeling me into your arms.

Descending into the crevices of your neck;
a staircase decorated with the soft vibrance,
of lush gems adorning your ears.
I've abruptly started your symphony,
of inhales and exhales,
as the silhouette of my lips,
snug into the curvature of your skin.

You've gone past the threshold of my reservoir,
as you rest along the outline of my shoulders.
If I could only solder your existence,
onto the layers of my skin;
all while caressing the tiny goosebumps,
that rise hesitantly across your spine.

Escalating into an unraveling of poetry,
your words have seared off my hearing.
As the beauty piecing my love together,
delves into an act of graceful kisses;
sliding off the laces aligning your body,
as the phone slips into its cradle.

Description
The imprints of my skin,
glaze along the edges of your body;
as my fingers trail across,
the pores of your flesh:
which narrates such beautiful words for me.

I have defeated distance,
as I can absorb every trace of your movements.
Please don't start such a delicate procedure:
your attempt to conceal,
the smile blooming across your face;
passing through the silk of your hair,
and sinking into the pupils within my eyes.

This session is void of verbal responses;
As the distinct melodies drown out the world.
The subtle rustling of your hair;
as your index finger clings onto each strand,
tugging gingerly, as if to pick off,
the dry leaves off a tree,
as Fall begins.

Encircled by unnecessary distractions:
the droplets of water, shattering on impact,
as they crash onto the smooth surface of your sink;
scratching the tranquil air that we occupy.
I however, still remain a subject to your seduction:
as you gradually tug against the cord connecting us,
reeling me into your arms.

Descending into the crevices of your neck;
a staircase decorated with the soft vibrance,
of lush gems adorning your ears.
I've abruptly started your symphony,
of inhales and exhales,
as the silhouette of my lips,
snug into the curvature of your skin.

You've gone past the threshold of my reservoir,
as you rest along the outline of my shoulders.
If I could only solder your existence,
onto the layers of my skin;
all while caressing the tiny goosebumps,
that rise hesitantly across your spine.

Escalating into an unraveling of poetry,
your words have seared off my hearing.
As the beauty piecing my love together,
delves into an act of graceful kisses;
sliding off the laces aligning your body,
as the phone slips into its cradle.