children walk and lovers rest
your tongue ties knots under my chest -
I wrote a note for you inside me, describing all that you do best
- I can't compare, I must confess
your fingers lend to my arrest,
a lace of whispers and your kisses where my goosebumps manifest.
got me all hot and bothered
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