the mixture of pain and pleasure in one,
i wake up to bruises on my breasts from the night before
i didn't even know i could moan like that,
it the sounds of art
we made music that night,
the feeling of being touched with your fingers rolling down my spin
your tongue licking everyone inch of my body
i felt loved that night
purple is my favorite color
and i woke up to your purple love bites in the morning
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secrets i've kept hidden (a poetry story)
Poetryi have secrets, we have secrets, you and i, we were made of glass friends aren't really your friend, family isn't always blood the demon fucking with my head here's my story
