the blood that
rushed
to the surface
as you closed
the distance
between
us
the stain
i left
on your
lips
as we tried
to catch our
breath
the pulse,
the tension,
the passion,
the confetti
of affection
that graced
the moment.
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
the blood that
rushed
to the surface
as you closed
the distance
between
us
the stain
i left
on your
lips
as we tried
to catch our
breath
the pulse,
the tension,
the passion,
the confetti
of affection
that graced
the moment.
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