I know how your hands feel
intertwined in my hair or
pressed against my back or
clutched between mine.
I know how your lips feel
pressed against my cheek or
nibbling on my ear or
Moving slowly against mine.
Stop.
I sit up and move away.
Away from the warmth
of you.
Stop
those hazardous lips
treacherous arms.
Dangerous you.
-SarahBaughman
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