Reborn

Vinyl sounds filling the room as you cover my skin with your fingerprints.

Back arching, sheet clawing kind of thrill that makes the heart stop, but I am not dead. 

I can feel my bones quivering as you break your way through my gates. 

My soul is dancing to mad sounds and I am reborn. 

You can do this all night because you love the sound of my soft breath in your ear. 

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