I love it,
When you type letters with your fingertips on my skin,
Back spacing my faults,
Joining my scars letter by letter until you have created a new words in my moans away.
I am too close to fall in love with you.
I discover a new universe in the obscure abyss,
And mark that with a sudden asterisk.
In the morning, you would press kisses,
Between the parenthesis of my smile,
And bite the ellipsis in the crook of my neck,
So that I would wake up with your watermark.
I am too close to fall in love with you.
You assured me,
That you are a space bar away,
And I am your story,
Which you promised to never end.
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