Muscle Memory

I’ve loved you before, maybe in a dream or in a past life but you feel familiar to me. Maybe we were guardian angels stationed in the same era; seeing you guard so many lives, it only makes sense that I would feel safe around you. Or maybe we were demons; masters of sin. How…

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Racing

Steamed windows and flickering lights. I can never tell where you start or where I end when we make love. In the dark of the night, I get glimpses of your skin as the streetlights illuminates the sweat and other liquids we create. We’re a mess. Out of breath. Ready to love again.

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11:11

I wish to always remember us this way, a boy who loves a girl who treasures that man. Since I met you, I’ve been caught in a lot of Ifs, Ands, and Maybes. If this is a dream, then this is a world I never wish to wake from and if you are temporary, can…

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