Angry little teeth, sharpened pearl cuts and bitten, my bruised lips if I miss your coral kiss, does it matter? Does it? Necklace soft, new moon nail mark pressed so patiently into my chest if I look for markings left too late, they're gone What is meant by moments spent at little games like these? I know that I never want to be apart from you. Line of jewels around my throat Broken cloud on my breast, A hidden bite inside my lip A little nip, unable to resist, if I miss your coral kiss Does it matter? Does it?
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