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Nov 2015
There is a poem
I've been trying to write
about love, but
I could never reiterate
the way my soul craves yours

So, instead I'll talk about
the way I've bit my nails
ever since I can remember

You see,
this has always been
my nervous habit,
but now,
my nails are long enough
to draw blood from your back
as you ****** into me

I remember growing up,
wondering why my mother
told me to treat my body
as a temple
After all,
everybody has a body,
what makes mine so special?

I see your body
and it is so beautiful
There is nothing I wouldn't give,
to regain my innocence,
so that I could surely
be pure
for you

The first time,
I tried to describe our love
I had flashbacks
of my last family vacation,
before the divorce
I saw my dad,
dancing with my mother,
as the sunset
over the ocean

If only I could convey
the way your lips
brush against my naked face...
I can hardly think of anything
other than your hands
around my hips
While your eyes are stuck
on all the parts of me,
I have yet learned to love,

Cliche seems to be
the only language my
hands can compose,
but,
oh, are you my someone
ive made it darling
allison
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allison
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