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Tell your neck
I am coming near,
I want my lips to feel your heartbeat
and smirk slow when they know
they are the reason behind
the racing.

Tell your chest
to rise and fall and rise
and fill with enough air
to rise once more
once I’ve stolen all I can steal.

Tell your hips
I will match their pace
and lose happily the race
if it means
tying you to the finish line.

Tell your toes
to learn the angles
they’ll be curling,
I’ve lips to lend
and skin to send
in constant states
of shivers.

Tell your lips
mine are coming home.
Lost on the road
that winds its way across
your body,
tell them to open slightly
and I’ll give back that air
I have thieved.

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