I marveled at every sunspot,
every freckle on your naked body.
With my fingers,
I traced them
as though I
were plotting a map,
and I had set a course
which led to your perfection.
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 7:47 AM UTC
I marveled at every sunspot,
every freckle on your naked body.
With my fingers,
I traced them
as though I
were plotting a map,
and I had set a course
which led to your perfection.
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