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contents under pressure:
painfully plain with a flammable soul
but I want to love him
and I do
I love his crooked smile
with giggling kisses
his sunburnt skin
with silken sheets
his knotted hair
with two person showers
his stormy dreams
with glittering nights of my own.
I am the dance to his fire
I can hear it writhing inside me
I will feel his breath tonight
creeping along my collarbone;
cold, calloused fingertips
searching for love
in all the wrong places