she
grabbed my wrists
turned
my palms up
towards
the ceiling
i didn’t
struggle
didn’t
see the point
she
ran her
pointer finger
down the creases
over callus
while
muttering
to herself
i
held in the sigh
of dismissal
not wanting to break
the spell
of her delicate fingers
brushing
little arcs of electricity
on my skin
she
never said what
she saw
i
never asked
but every
now and then
i could feel
her eyes
appraisingly
on me.
goddess forbid
she ever sees
the birthmark
in the shape of
three sixes
on my left
ass cheek
i
can only imagine
the fancy
that would set
her mind
toward.
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I just feel like that would make her like you more. Don’t chicks dig the mark of the beast? I know I do. Then again I am also all about the lochness monster so who’s to say
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That just be one helluva Ven diagram.
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Oh absolutely
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But I can see it though…..right?
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Sure. Just no holy water. Turns out I’m allergic.
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I don’t even know what holy water is lol
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Then we are good.
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You do? 😯
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It’s hidden by the pentagram, mostly.
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