Literature
i loved your misery.
your body is unpredictable.
in some places i can move into the warmth, wedged against you, and in other places you are cold as i am. your feet brush mine and make me squeak, your hands cup my bare breasts and i shudder. you think i am shivering from pleasure, but it is from the freeze of your touch.
but i don't have the heart to tell you how you can chill me to the bone.
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you like to take me for walks under cherry trees.
when i ask you why you tell me it's because you have half-memories with lovers you never had, formed from dreams and movies, about it. i say oh, stupidly, and shape myself politely into what you ne