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You were born bone I became tattoo flesh tethered your scaffolding Under my beautiful scars Thin paint, Stinging red Constellations of wings Left them with fingernails Your soft shoulderblades snug under pale skin A bit lip tease soft blonde hairs one by one Down tips underneath the divet in your neck. I admire the canvas of your spine back to me, all red wing stinging. Ready to fly off Moving thigh and held Shifting maroon blankets. My mouth smirks Attempts to hide how desperate To taste it is. Sweet bird. Sweet angel. Awake all night With a tattoo of an arrow And her hand Pressed to her forehead. A glass of water. Towel held like a childs blanket. Still white. Even used, it is still fresh linen smell. We are still fresh linen smell. Your hipbones agree. My thumbs asked them. I kiss your feathers gentle and let them burn softly as I trail down. Your whimpers send me skyward. Lighter headed now Tight cheeked. More rustled blanket Your thigh dances over hipbones. I feel the tethers between bone and canvas Scar and silk. Warm in these wings Stars in this constellation.
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 7:48 AM UTC
Scar and silk.
You were born bone I became tattoo flesh tethered your scaffolding Under my beautiful scars Thin paint, Stinging red Constellations of wings Left them with fingernails Your soft shoulderblades snug under pale skin A bit lip tease soft blonde hairs one by one Down tips underneath the divet in your neck. I admire the canvas of your spine back to me, all red wing stinging. Ready to fly off Moving thigh and held Shifting maroon blankets. My mouth smirks Attempts to hide how desperate To taste it is. Sweet bird. Sweet angel. Awake all night With a tattoo of an arrow And her hand Pressed to her forehead. A glass of water. Towel held like a childs blanket. Still white. Even used, it is still fresh linen smell. We are still fresh linen smell. Your hipbones agree. My thumbs asked them. I kiss your feathers gentle and let them burn softly as I trail down. Your whimpers send me skyward. Lighter headed now Tight cheeked. More rustled blanket Your thigh dances over hipbones. I feel the tethers between bone and canvas Scar and silk. Warm in these wings Stars in this constellation.
#romance#love
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 7:48 AM UTC
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