crescsient
they don't know how you've haunted me, so stunningly. i choose you in me, religiously.
what if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?
one slip and falling back into the hedge maze oh what a way to die.
i keep recalling things — we . ne. ver did. messy top lip kiss how i long for our trysts.
without ever touching his skin, how can i be guilty as sin?