Elsewhere

The tip of your tongue

Is moments away from the core of me.

Your warm breath on my inner leg

Radiates inwards, upwards.

Your hand splayed on my stomach

Is all the comfort I will ever need.

All aspects of you are linked to me

In those heady moments.

But I am wrong.

I was wrong.

Your mind was elsewhere.

You are elsewhere.

(c) Slumpless

 

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