Warm Feet

T-shirt lying on the floor,

warmth coming out of their different

fabrics; feeding veins because it’s what they’re longing for.

The sheets
and blankets;

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
dimpels.

T-Shirt lying on this wooden chair,
the intimacy
whom is to share.

Attachment
and contact
between bodies.

Lips tasting as sweet as blackberries.

Connection of heads,
against eachother;
flesh to flesh….

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