Aug 2015
calm down
his hands slip over my lips
the tips of his fingers
trace my jaw
close your eyes
open them
i do
his hand moves down
i feel your bones
your skin feels
absent
like air
why are you so cold?
his hands slip over my lips
the tips of his fingers
trace my jaw
close your eyes
open them
i do
his hand moves down
i feel your bones
your skin feels
absent
like air
why are you so cold?
Written by
pluie d'été
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