Marked by your kiss,
a touch that lingers deep,
leaving traces unseen,
yet impossible to sweep.
Your words, like ink,
seep into my skin,
a permanent reminder
of where you’ve been.
No cleansing tide
can wash you away.
Marked by your kiss,
a touch that lingers deep,
leaving traces unseen,
yet impossible to sweep.
Your words, like ink,
seep into my skin,
a permanent reminder
of where you’ve been.
No cleansing tide
can wash you away.
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