Illicitby Joanne Marisa LeowLast night a dream so delicate it left her heart aching was it you? her back towards him "is this too close?" "how close is too close?" he says "There is no such thing" Your warmth The calm of you your breath on my neck such unknown tenderness For you cannot belong to me To me you cannot belong. |
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