Till
I taste your lips, breathe in your heat and smell.
I’m torn apart – in patches, ribbons, pieces…
But how to sew me back
You know so well.
I’ll be a flute in skilled and gentle fingers,
I’ll be a fire to warm you in the night
When you feel numb, when your whole body shivers –
I promise I shall make this all
All right.
Give me your hand – I’m longing for your touches,
Embrace me – it is more than just enough.
I shall be freed from badly tightened clutches.
My world is yours
Till I believe in love.
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