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*The velvet touch I was so in love with you. When you made love to me I would write invisible love letters on your skin. poetry on your lips and my name on your fingertips. I loved how you were selfconscious You complained your teeth were not white enough. but I would write love poems about the warmth that fell from your smile like purest sunlight. I could rest in your smile for hours. I loved your eyes deep and dark like drowning pools. I would keep my eyes open as we kissed to look into heaven just for a moment. I loved your gentleness how you touched me so softly as though I would break like a fragile eggshell. What I did not know was you were a writer as well and when you left you had written poetry all over my body but it was not written with your fingertips but indellibly like the needle of a tatoo artist. And even when I just think of of letting you go from my heart I read one of the poems you wrote on my skin. and my fragile eggshell heart is shattered and crushed by someone with a velvet touch.*
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Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
The velvet touch
*The velvet touch I was so in love with you. When you made love to me I would write invisible love letters on your skin. poetry on your lips and my name on your fingertips. I loved how you were selfconscious You complained your teeth were not white enough. but I would write love poems about the warmth that fell from your smile like purest sunlight. I could rest in your smile for hours. I loved your eyes deep and dark like drowning pools. I would keep my eyes open as we kissed to look into heaven just for a moment. I loved your gentleness how you touched me so softly as though I would break like a fragile eggshell. What I did not know was you were a writer as well and when you left you had written poetry all over my body but it was not written with your fingertips but indellibly like the needle of a tatoo artist. And even when I just think of of letting you go from my heart I read one of the poems you wrote on my skin. and my fragile eggshell heart is shattered and crushed by someone with a velvet touch.*
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jude-kyrie
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
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