Play: {Million Faces by Paolo Nutini}
We're dancing
to Paolo's seductive voice.
My hand wrapped around your shoulder,
yours holding my hip.
Left folded in right, porcelain and bronze.
I can feel the life from your palm, like stigmata.
My cheek on your chest, smelling clean and earthen like sunshine through a forest,
yours on my hair, breathing in vanilla and jasmine.
Swaying slowly,
enjoying the shuffle of feet on hardwood floor,
the occasional creaking board,
the slight smiles.
My eyes close and you mouth the lyrics in my ear,
warm breath,
chills up my spine.
Soft laughter, a trickling creek.
Soaking in your strength as you pull me close.
Feeling every word, like we wrote the song ourselves.
Dream, memory.
Next.
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