God, I want to mark you. With my mouth, my tongue, my teeth, my fingers, my nails. I want to leave blooming red and purple on your skin, scratches and kisses and hickies. I want to hear the sounds you make when I do. I want everyone to know who you belong to.
There’s always something coming. Good or bad, it’s gonna help you to grow.
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