In the wild we all look different. Our borders are less defined and our eyes are wide with wonder.
The shape of your lips rest in my mind, the feeling of your heart beating over me when we love. Sometimes it feels like I have two hearts, the heat of yours radiating against me like a warm river.
The clouds drip out of the sky onto the mountains kissing them goodnight. Snow floats through the window, resting in my hair without my knowledge, sparkling in the moonlight. A breeze caresses the curve in my back, cooling the beads of sweat that have made a home there.
My heart beats slow as I enter a dream that mirrors reality.
The shape of your lips rest in my mind, the feeling of your heart beating over me when we love. Sometimes it feels like I have two hearts, the heat of yours radiating against me like a warm river.
The clouds drip out of the sky onto the mountains kissing them goodnight. Snow floats through the window, resting in my hair without my knowledge, sparkling in the moonlight. A breeze caresses the curve in my back, cooling the beads of sweat that have made a home there.
My heart beats slow as I enter a dream that mirrors reality.
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