I strip naked tonight to know what’s hidden behind the folds of my skin, blending with my thundering stretch marks, to unravel what this human craves, shades of night; silver and cold. My fingers dance on my legs, sliding down my thighs, breaking a sweat like dewdrops on the soft lotus leaf. A sudden tickle runs to my head; silent moans of pain, pleasure and confusion escape my mouth. My hands run to my back, my velvet soft skin and touch the freckles covered in kisses. I feel the stars between my legs and wild movement in my hips. They hurt like they will dislocate. I shut my eyes alone in my bedroom, the moon still judging my imperfections through the window. I ponder how dirty could I get to fuck the ghost of my lover.

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