I want the oil of your fingertips
to be infused in my skin,
I'd like to discover strands of your hair
tangled in my clothes,
I want the taste of your sweet skin
to soak into my dry tongue,
I'd like-after a long night-for your scent
to stain every hair on my head,
I wish for you to always be a part of me in all the smallest ways possible.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 6:20 AM UTC
I want the oil of your fingertips
to be infused in my skin,
I'd like to discover strands of your hair
tangled in my clothes,
I want the taste of your sweet skin
to soak into my dry tongue,
I'd like-after a long night-for your scent
to stain every hair on my head,
I wish for you to always be a part of me in all the smallest ways possible.
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