gauze over grace

slow dancing you
when you are gauze
over grace

when your hips are bare
and my hands just happen there
where you fit to me that way

with thighs that yawn
sleepy wide smiles
and wrap around mine

you write secrets on my chest
with your dark end fingers
and pale breast ink

I know the words in your eyes
and the music that plays
in the back of your mind

we strum that tune when we recline

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