Marked me with your love
Traces left on my neck
Fingeres traveled to the spot
Feeling the heat of yesterday
Trying to remember every flame
Every batter of colorful tear
A blaze of red and blue
As if your mark of love could stay
You would as well
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Skin and bones
PoesíaOur bodies pressed aggainst eachother Warmth climbing the two mountains Adrenaline electrifying our totch Tingel trevling in our fingers Lust sailing at the small lake between us You holding me, my skin and bones - this is a collection of texts tha...
