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Aug 4
When I awoke, your taste lingered on my lips,
Your touch left tattoos all over my skin.
If only I could see your carnage, to revel in it!
I fantasize about your fingers tracing my skin
And your lips burning a scar onto my *******.
Why are fantasies intangible and temporary?
Written by
Abbygail Valcourt  19/F/Brooklyn, New York
(19/F/Brooklyn, New York)   
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