The remnants of our night are stains
traced in fingertips upon my body
Indelible moments
crystallised
They are bruises on your skin
sleeping
In the folds and creases of time
Mirrored for eternity
The scent of our sex is branded
tattooed upon my body
Our night is etched on my back
In the softness of our kisses
with time
this will be shadowed infinitely
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