Stevie Wonder - I Was Made to Love Her - Everytime I See You I Go Wild
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her lips were always chapped, like freshly sugar glazed anything they cracked and flaked, the edges of the white pieces of flesh shamelessly reached out to be pulled, reached out to be removed, she would lick to locate, gently moving her taste buds over the textured surfaces of the lips she used to kiss the skin right below their lobes, the lips she used to deliver words that disrobed themselves of truth when spoken, she would lick and bite until she could taste the slow salty crimson. In the empty room full of everything she couldn’t let go of, she stacked the stacks on top of stacks inside of stacks not being used to remember. all of the nothing that meant something quietly collected the smell of dust, pigments held on, sitting waiting to be sifted through and remembered, boxes filled with things to be forgotten, crumpled up layers of loose leaf love letters, coffee stained napkins with circles around each yes, silent flirtatious nightcap conversations scribbled on the ripped out pages of the different books they shared. There alone in that room with all of that nothing she would lick and bite and rip and taste and cry and sift and sniffle and remember and forget.