Last night I kissed another woman and tried to not think of your lips.
We ****** desperate.
Falling in and out of each other in an attempt to rid the stain of them.
To burn sage in a home is a ritual of sorts.
Which is to say, the burning may have stopped awhile ago but my body still has roots.
I ran my fingers across her jaw like it meant something to me.
For a moment, I think we both believed that this meant something to us.
The way two souls can be together in this way makes love look like a hitchhiker.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC
Last night I kissed another woman and tried to not think of your lips.
We ****** desperate.
Falling in and out of each other in an attempt to rid the stain of them.
To burn sage in a home is a ritual of sorts.
Which is to say, the burning may have stopped awhile ago but my body still has roots.
I ran my fingers across her jaw like it meant something to me.
For a moment, I think we both believed that this meant something to us.
The way two souls can be together in this way makes love look like a hitchhiker.
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