Do you remember when our backs were against the wall
And rain came, rattling the window?
I remember your leg underneath mine. And my leg, a log over yours.
And You know how I like the outline of clouds against the wall, and How the rain rips the quiet apart, mastering the room.
I know how you like my body pressed and mapped with yours. Or my lips skimming over your collar bone, sailing your skin. I miss those things.
—Cam Ie


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