Your arm on my belly.
Secured, for sure, in ways I can't imagine.
I hear your voice inside of me.
The way the bass shakes the giggles from my chest.
Your tongue pushes and pulls my nipple.
The escaping giggles fall upon my swaying breasts,
and as your lips surround the little tip of darkness.
I open my eyes.
Stifled giggles hide behind my fingers
because I can still feel your voice inside me.
I lay my arm on my belly, close my eyes
to return to the moment of falling giggles
upon swaying breasts.
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| Artist Muha Bazila |
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