My breathing was ragged.
No blaming me though,
I wasn't used to being this close to you.
You promised me it wouldn't hurt.
I doubted you even cared.
My train of thought
Hit the brakes real hard.
I was in a whole other dimension
When you bit into my skin.
It tasted metallic when I bit my lip.
I didn't want to moan,
Ego issues is all.
But I'll give you this,
You made it really hard not to.
Nobody's come this close to
Making me go weak in the knees.
It was unforgettable,
I was in heaven,
It was the sweetest of my
Collarbone symphonies.
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Echo of Thoughts
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