#luaorion

[luaorion]

Siesta Key

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The butterflies in my stomach soon died after you left and my hands still search for you on my hips. Your eyes are hidden in every scenery and your words are in everyone’s mouth. Your hands are etched into every curve of my body and I’m constantly covered with goose bumps and I’m picking at my skin, scrubbing your touch off of my being.

luaorion

[luaorion]

No. 20

The butterflies in my stomach soon died after you left and my hands still search for you on my hips. Your eyes are hidden in every scenery and your words are in everyone’s mouth. Your hands are etched into every curve of my body and I’m constantly covered with goose bumps and I’m picking at my skin, scrubbing your touch off of my being.

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[luaorion]

Someone New

Infatuated with your lips.

Skeptical of every cheek they’ve touched, every shoulder.

How many words never made it past their barricade.

Or how many times the wind blew so roughly and so cold that they began to bleed.

Curious to watch you gently bite them as you’re deep in thought or you’re trying to look sensual.

Hoping one day they will dance across my skin, burning their imprint into my neck.

Making a trail from my sternum to an unknown destination.

And watch them move purely as you speak my name.

Studying every pucker, every smile.

Your lips are satisfying to my wondrous mind.

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[luaorion]

feels like I’m suffocating, everything is so fucking intoxicating. waves collapse over my body and leave me hallowed in the ground. sadness has filled my veins, the blood has stopped pumping and I’m the one to blame. that melancholy tune you play so well, it rings in the back of my head and the wind rips the flesh off of my bones.. I can feel my bones slowly decaying now.

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