i love you
he whispered hot against my skin,
slowly trailing kisses down my chest,
his hands snaking up my skirt on my thighs.
while the only thought that ran through my mind,
were 'I love yous' only meant to be said in the bed intertwined?
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Scarred Poetry
Random//ˈskä . rd // A lingering sign of damage or injury, either mental or physical
