Deep, deep no deeper even past the core of my souls reach, you see I love you, the very thought of your voice made my mind wonder off into a daze I smile to myself as I can still feel your lips pressed up against my collarbone you know like the feeling you get when your lips meet a rippen peach on a warm summer day, soft to the touch Mmmm...as you would watch me undress slowly I'd always wonder the thoughts that ran through your head, what we shared we're far more than past exchanging of body parts it was much more than attraction our sparks intertwined which set a flame almost impossible to put out, rainy days up underneath the covers boy shorts and boxers we'd discuss our goals and politic about our common interests as you lay your head so gently on my legs, I'd scratch you head as your firm hands caress my inner thighs...intimacy is what we found something far greater than sex each one of your words I store in my memory chest because as each second passes by I don't want to ever forget those seconds, those minutes, those hours the days of how we sheltered ourselves in our own love cocoon where time always seemed to have stopped dead in tracks just so we could experience love without any judgement, without any doubts no fears just floating above time hand in hand devouring each other's atmosphere, a connection of deep, deep no deeper past the center of our souls a hint of love is something I'll always hold, cradling that feeling not ever wanting to let go. Cocoon soul love â¤ï¸
Queenly
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Cocoon Love
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