Comb your fingers through my hair;
let them weave their way through
the tangles that refuse them to leave.
Let them keep you locked in their hold,
to keep you from moving far
as I take a dip,
as I steal a taste
from your parted lips.
Just to give me
a hint,
a taste,
on how
forever could feel like
while tangled in your arms.
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