(1) READY FOR LOVE
The top of a ferris wheel, counting stars and counting hopes. The bottom of a mountain of blankets, counting toes and laughing. Puffing out warm air on soft skin, making sweet laughter, wrestling through disasters. Spend my days and nights in her eyes, spend my time with fingers twined and lips like t h i s, I kiss, I love, I don’t want to leave, an endless echo of falling back to bed.
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