Captured Entirely
Tenderly you'd kiss me,
lips pressed against my forehead,
sometimes brushing my hand,
lingering on my head;
breathing in my natural scent,
filling me deep within your lungs,
loosing yourself in me.
Sometimes I'd catch you studying me,
if you were an artist, I would think you were painting me;
I'd wonder why you'd capture me with your eyes,
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