The imprints on my skin
Makes me blush crimson red
It Stands witness to the night.
Your fingers run through my hair
As I snuggle up to your bare chest
Lips spread out as crescendo in dark.
Your hands encircle me
In its crook I relax carefree
Counting our rhythmic heart beat.
Sweet, bitter experiences unfold
Kneading us to bind forever
Relationship thrives as it wins.
@Binita Jha
Makes me blush crimson red
It Stands witness to the night.
Your fingers run through my hair
As I snuggle up to your bare chest
Lips spread out as crescendo in dark.
Your hands encircle me
In its crook I relax carefree
Counting our rhythmic heart beat.
Sweet, bitter experiences unfold
Kneading us to bind forever
Relationship thrives as it wins.
@Binita Jha
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