1. Pressing my lips to 
    bare shoulder blades.
    Tasting the honey
    of your sweat that
    I have wrought from
    my kisses…
    This is bliss,
    it is the single thing I long for again,
    what I don’t want to miss.
    Empty sheets,
    cannot compare to your smell,
    the entwined warmth of your legs
    the pillow that is your back.
    Tangled up in skin.  

     
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