pieces (what was never going to be a love story)
trace your fingers over my skin
cold and fleeting
I crave your warmth.
Pepper my scars with freckles and bruises
Kiss me where no one gets to see
the next two seconds are critical
I twist and kiss and you finger me
you'll cum soon
it'll be over soon
I'll hold out until then
surely
I ask for more, to give it to me
I don't really want it
but I want to repay what you're owed
so I'll sit here and let your hands and skin
shatter
me
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