The backless dress matched the gloomy candy pink sky perfectly, the scent of my collarbones reminded of a hypnotic poison and my hair dropped like waterfalls down to my waist as i sat barefoot on the bearskin rug in front of the fire place. It was 5 am as i opened my second bottle of wine. The entire world had been asleep for hours, while my night had barely started. Alone as i often was this time of night, all i wanted to do was draw lines between the freckles of my arm. It took me back to a good place. A place where there was only you and I.
I so vividly remember how you used to connect my freckles with your finger, saying it reminded you of the solar system as you dissected every detail of my body. Inch by inch you memorized me. Your breath felt like velvet and your stare burned my skin. It was magic. It was the perfect sedation, your hands. I had the notion you'd drive me crazy, i just didn't know it would last this long.
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