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it is merely moments

Posted to Action Poetry

between when you leave me
and when you're wanting me
to leave.
but damn, those moments
in between
when the spaces are filled
with your lips
tripping off my name
like beautiful tiny
floating and fluttering in the wind.
in those moments in between
where your hands smooth over my skin
and hush my worry
telling me
i'm here now
and i'm going to love you
this way
with this part
in this position
so let me do it,
let me have it
and i'll be satisfied
and never
leave you wanting
or want you
to leave.