You know every detail.
The black mole on my back
the small scar behind the left ear
the thumb that has lost it's mail
You recognise every single curve
the silky smoothness
even in the dark.
You did not know....
when my sighs burned down the roof
when I crossed the seven seas
burried in your hug
when I just slipped away, vanished
while I kept kissing you.....
You did not know.
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