You move mountains in the valleys of my spinal cord
And my whole being is in discord.
Your eyelashes are like leaves 
Of wild thorn berries
I watch them waver whilst you slumber
The browns of your eyes brandish
A burning desire
And there’s a spill of unfathomable want on my heart’s floor
Your voice speaks of a thousand temptations
It echoes through the windows of my rib cage and finds solace in
My hearts corridor; it beats your voice 
Your body is an alluring saturation of pleasure 
It tickles my fingertips
And my nerves dance in reputable ado

-Smyekh David-West.


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