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I want to trace the lines of your face,

For each time you've laughed,

For each time you've cried.

I look at the dimples on your face, when you smile.

Your lips turn up, and the corners of your mouth part ever so gracefully.

With each smile that you give to me, I grow closer to you.

I want to swim in the clouded abyss that is your eyes, to see what makes you laugh,

What makes you cry.

I want to be the smoke that you inhale,

The lies that you tell,

When you're not feeling well.

The dip in your chest is where I think my head should rest.

Your heartbeat should be my home,

You hands should hold me close.

Your collarbones should be exposed,

For my fingers to run over gently.

Your chin should be pointed towards mine,

So that when I lean up,

I have your lips to kiss.

Reviews

[Rye]

This is such a wonderful write here, beautiful write