T-shirt lying on the floor,
warmth coming out of their different
fabrics; feeding veins because it’s what they’re longing for.
the love with her conscience and her eternal magnets..
Yes, there are warm feet.
Limbs are tangeled up with another ones underneath this sheet.
Being drunk of a familiar skin with their delicate freckles and
T-Shirt lying on this wooden chair,
whom is to share.
Lips tasting as sweet as blackberries.
Connection of heads,
flesh to flesh….