each mark imprinted upon my bare skin from your lips howled with urgency
as your mouth traveled,
creating constellations across my body
you told me you’ve always loved stargazing
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 7:50 PM UTC
each mark imprinted upon my bare skin from your lips howled with urgency
as your mouth traveled,
creating constellations across my body
you told me you’ve always loved stargazing
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