The way I memorialize
a woman's heart
against my own,
is by pointing
to the scars she has left
on my heart
in my moments of solitude.
Like the wounds
on sharks during
mating,
I hold close
those moments
when I sank my teeth in
and when she sank
into me.
So
when
they
ask
me:
"Would you have done
anything differently,
now that you see how it
turned out?"
And I say:
"No."
I cherished those moments
when your placed your mouth
on my heart
and squeezed with
perfect teeth.
Mar 2, 2012
Mar 2, 2012 at 6:10 PM UTC
The way I memorialize
a woman's heart
against my own,
is by pointing
to the scars she has left
on my heart
in my moments of solitude.
Like the wounds
on sharks during
mating,
I hold close
those moments
when I sank my teeth in
and when she sank
into me.
So
when
they
ask
me:
"Would you have done
anything differently,
now that you see how it
turned out?"
And I say:
"No."
I cherished those moments
when your placed your mouth
on my heart
and squeezed with
perfect teeth.
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