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in Bed

December 29, 2014
By Anonymous

Your skin smells like chocolate
taste the mint off your lips
Cool, as you blow on my trembling skin
Clenched jaw
Control?

I can’t feel anything but
The sheets around my thighs
Your fingers are cold
Faint Butterfly kisses, close your eyes
Faded bruises from the marks you left

Everything is cold
Alone?

I am wild
From ghostly traces you left on my skin
Your name echoes in
The dark
A dream?



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