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it's a foreign language
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Phibonacci PM
they call it body language, and we are fluent. this is.. me. and now I can admit it.
Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Words: 94 - Favs: 1 - Published: 04-18-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2908609
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The sounds of hushed whispers, giggles
and lips pressing together beneath moonlight
has become our simple soundtrack.

Yeah, I guess, you could call it that.

It's so easy to replace these fantastically mundane
noises with words, but between the two of us,
we've become fluent in body language.

So listen to my hips
when your tongue meets my lips
and you're grabbing at my tits.

As much as I'd love to fuck you,
all I'm trying to convey with a kiss,
is a three-worded confession,

"I love you."

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