Motivations

Her eyes, her voice, the way she speaks in a rush

Her fingers, her hands, her skin rolls down on me like a yellow sky

Her air, her breath, her scent I’d want to savor every single day

Her hair, her touch, her lips I cling on like the last ounce of hope

Until another day comes,

that the Sun may see your face

I look forward to you

 

 

 

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