good like summer ice cream cones...

tempting fate and
hidden secret parts
of each other

you radiate
like sunlight:

touch my hand
and i feel it
all over...

kisses creep across my soul
manifesting as explosions of color
across my eyelids

you snatch my voice away,
then use it to speak to me
so i can understand you better.

you waste nothing--
condense yourself
into fingertips, lips
drip into my veins
with perfect timing.

use your beauty against me.

hold me hostage with memories
so we can make new ones...

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