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My first kiss to you won't be on your lips, or forehead.
It will be on the scars you feel my eyes don't catch.
For all I need is when you stare at them, on one of those sleepless nights,
you feel the love superseding the pain.
I need you to feel the touch and the kiss,
and not the agony and tears that those scars caused you.

I need you to feel me.

And that's how I intend to make love to you,
from head to toe,
from skin to bones,
every single bit, one after the other.