Challenge
"You and I" "the two of us"
hanging by a thread
your lips take my earlobe prisoner
warm breath on the nape of my neck
fingertips trace patterns on blushing flesh
before closing the distance
between the blooming valley
and home
honey whisky gets lost in cerulean depths
your forehead takes rest on mine
and your lips part
giving way to a
longing whisper
"just one more minute"
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