neck

It wasn’t about sight with him. It was all feel, all touch. Every inch of his skin clear and bright under my fingertips, every inch of mine aching under his.

His hands on my waist, all over my skin,
his lips on my face, my throat, my collarbone.

I’ll never forget when woke me with fire in a kiss on the back of my neck.

 


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