BY ROXXANNA KURTZ

I'm feeling your hands,

trickling like sand,

fingertips ticking

across my hour glass hips.

I'm feeling your lips

with its gentle kiss,

tickling my neck

and shoulder bits.

I'm feeling your chest,

your heart beating so fast;

a tiny rib cage drum

making its music.

I'm feeling your love

the way it fills me up,

and like a tipping cup,

it's too much.

 

 

I'm feeling too much.

 

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