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[trueintensity]

culture of the skin
in the smells and colors
in
a heart and
of
the mind
how your hair falls neatly in
dissaray
against the pale surface of

you

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[undulating]

flows wonderfully. i love it.

[kyleminus2]

Like A melody at sunrise;
touching closely,
the hour draws to an end
My freckles dance

Fingers slip between the others,
drawing imaginary figure-eights on your flesh until you're hypnotized

Breaking silence with your own wonderful humming,
your hair tangled in my own

Eyes that taste of candy
crackled orange
a hazy green
locked in a gaze,
or a trance

whispering words in my ears
the sounds of you breathing
is all I want to hear

the colors grace you
as they compliment

red delicate
so frail and dazzlingly beautiful
eyes like two crescent moons
colliding in unison
with your laughter and my own