i'll mark your skin with my lips
entangled in your kiss
my hand in your hair
captivated by your stare
and i can't control myself
i want you
and no one else
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Poetry- where my withering thoughts bloom [TW] don't judge me most of these are very old
vii.
i'll mark your skin with my lips
entangled in your kiss
my hand in your hair
captivated by your stare
and i can't control myself
i want you
and no one else
