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11.25.03
Dear X,
I want to learn your body with my teeth. I want each curving hardness of your bone beneath thin skin memorized between the ridges of my teeth and tongue. I want to lap at the pale veins showing in the crook of your arm and chew the tendons behind your knees. I want to taste the no-man’s-land at the nape of your neck between scalp and skin and worry tears out of the corners of your eyes. I want to catch your groans in my mouth and swallow them into me. I want to lounge with my head on your stomach and teethe at the crevices between thigh and belly. I want to run my tongue behind your lips and over the smooth hardness of teeth and gums. I am waiting to meet you.
11.25.03
Dear X,
I want to learn your body with my teeth. I want each curving hardness of your bone beneath thin skin memorized between the ridges of my teeth and tongue. I want to lap at the pale veins showing in the crook of your arm and chew the tendons behind your knees. I want to taste the no-man’s-land at the nape of your neck between scalp and skin and worry tears out of the corners of your eyes. I want to catch your groans in my mouth and swallow them into me. I want to lounge with my head on your stomach and teethe at the crevices between thigh and belly. I want to run my tongue behind your lips and over the smooth hardness of teeth and gums. I am waiting to meet you.
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