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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