March 2011
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goddamn,
when you touch me.
you know when you’re in the shower, and you’re standing directly under the stream, and you lean your head to the side just a little and the water runs down your ear, down your neck, down your back, over your chest? it sort of beats in that particular spot above your clavicle in just a way that’s as titillating as it is soothing, and the warmth of the water...
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he bruises me in the best of ways. too tight a hold on my wrist; too firm a bite on my thigh. i grasp at his pecs, my fingers leaving trails of subtle white into violent pink on his skin, little paths in his chest hair.
i miss him, him touching me, him bruising me.