Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Andrew in Rome, Georgia #18 (Love)
Her bruise is gold
That means it's starting to heal
Bathtub
Your sweat
My hand
between your legs
A very soft slow kiss
Our arms are bound
When we wake up from our sleep
Blood on your lips
My skin
Our bodies in bed
I'll stay
in you
Your bruise is
on my waist too
(Pony Bones)
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