your lips promised a thousand adventures,
whispered them down on the back of my neck
punctuating each one with a kiss,
their monologue built higher and louder
as they ran over my rib cage.
by the time they reached my hips
they were screaming and biting;
promising...
my skin bears them still:
a connect the dots game
numbered from one to infinite possibilities.
my skin remembers them still
though it seems that your lips forgot.
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