#15 in roses

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started

her lips tasted like strawberry chapstick

mine bare

her breath hitched, almost like a choke for help

confused

as the zip slide down, i gasped

a princess

standing in front of me was grace

freedom

her hair wriggling from my fingers like fish stuck in nets

panting

sweaty skin and sensitive bones, soft lips

grasping

sheer happiness, our bodies melted to one

gracefully

a princess no more, my voice crowned you

golden queen

her commands are mine to take, she called for me

unraveled

in roses, we smelled the graves that our mother dug

resting

in roses, she will sleep next to me, until eternity.

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