Poetry

Love on the Brain

When I close my eyes all I can see is your face nestled against my skin 

All I can hear is our surfaces chasing 

Chasing our ends so nonexistent

Breathing that sounds like music 

The hum of our energy vibrating 

Entangled in the exchange of love 

Cupped breast 

Lips pressed 

Sighs of feel goods

Love on the brain

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