If the tongue had no hesitations it would speak of rainy nights n cool breezes coming through the windows as two bodies lay about... if sound found its noise to create a moment to listen to raindrops land outside the mind jus might open up to the thought of getting close enough to be found... if alone isn't what the mind needs to find the of comfort another would feel free to lounge about in stormy weather... n if the silence gave into breathing hearts jus might attend a friendship as still as the willingness feeling the vibe as pulses come together... if time allowed the nights to lounger beyond the presence as sits gave sighs the right of way... if grips found hips in a moment of passion tangled up with fingers holding lusts finding luv to give away self jus the same... if fear stepped to the side so life could come from within n believe in gasps slipping out upon the lips... if the thought of getting close was equivalent of the imaginations wildest dreams the chance jus might get to live...
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