oh, she wears lace like she would a sunday dress, and I
tangle it with my teeth, staining them scarlet,
but with something I found in her neck.
I can make her cheeks burn, and
her chest move - sing
like a lightning
bolt, but I
have
not
ascertained
whether this is a
talent or not, because she
can make me move pretty nice,
too and each night spent with her is a
fog that I can cup in my palms come morning. Only
problem is, I don’t know if I am allowed to tell her I love her.
(via lilac-veins)





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