Unspoken Words

breathe moving through the room, as you listen to 3 am darkness.

fingers moving those holy places only two people know so well.

body touching body over the course of a thousand feverish nights.

feet and hands becoming alive as they curl, twirl, and shudder.

beating hearts telling all of those secrets hidden from plain sight.

feeling conflicting emotions as we lay unspoken words to rest.

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clarissawoodwrites

I spin words from a different space • music, the sea, and nature makes my words spin • ex-lawyer • I love turning ideas on their head •

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