i always liked how my skin felt between your teeth
when instead of pain, it felt better
and instead of pulling away, i tether
because the little bites you decide to plant in my body
whether in my arms or neck or lips
i'd always want them plenty
for the aftermath of those are the bruises
the purple in my skin, the clot of my blood
they remind me of your mouth in my skin
they remind me of you, wanting me again
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 6:27 PM UTC
i always liked how my skin felt between your teeth
when instead of pain, it felt better
and instead of pulling away, i tether
because the little bites you decide to plant in my body
whether in my arms or neck or lips
i'd always want them plenty
for the aftermath of those are the bruises
the purple in my skin, the clot of my blood
they remind me of your mouth in my skin
they remind me of you, wanting me again
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