the language of love.
the spaces between my fingers long to be laced with yours;
so press your hand against mine,
and then your lips;
perhaps then we can finally stop fighting whatever it is we're hiding,
and show each other once and for all that love,
love's language is spoken through the body.
so press your hand against mine,
and then your lips;
perhaps then we can finally stop fighting whatever it is we're hiding,
and show each other once and for all that love,
love's language is spoken through the body.


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thank you for your words...xoxo