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l ❤️ to touch your tattoos in darkness, when l can't 👀 them. I'm sure of where they are known by ❤️ the neat lines of 🌩 pulsing just above your nipple, can fine, as if by instance, the blue swirls of💧on your shoulder where a serpent twists, facing a 🐉. when l pull you to me, taking you until we're spent, and quiet, on the sheets, l ❤️ to 💋 the 📸s in your skin. they'll last until you're seared to ashes; whatever persists or turns to📍between us, they will still be there. Such permanence is terrifying, so l touch them in the dark; but touch them trying. How do we come to be here next to each other in the 🌙 where are the ⭐️s that show us to our ❤️ inevitable outside the 🍃s flame usual in darkness and the 🌧 falls 😎 and blessed on the 🙏 flesh the black 👨 waiting on the corner for a womanly mirage l am amazed by peace it is this possible of you asleep and breathing in the quiet air.