Drunken confessions of a sober girl part 1

But anyways, I just kind of want write about you, about how your body is literally it’s own work of art. But I know that whatever I write won’t be good enough to compare to the real thing.
To write poetry on your body with my lips.
One night of just losing myself in your soft curves and your moans and your lips. Not having to worry about anything because in that moment we can just be.

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