Through your game you stayed the same; will I learn?

The way you touched her skin, and walked plainly through a disrupted mind. Slowly unweaving, slowly teaching her to smile - and to try new things. Never vulgar, but never supressed. A shotgun had less damage, I'd play and survive their Russian roulettes. Your voice inprinted on the pages where desire lays. Forever published with my scars. My body cannot forget the ecstacy embrace, fragile, it cannot find another position that left her touched. If I were to pass miles of luscious, lace green leaves, would I near anything similar.

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