#tender lover

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His words knead your flesh, paint centuries on your thighs and bloom bruises on your breasts, and you like being marked up by him in both body and soul. It’s not something anyone else will ever see underneath your concealing uniform, a withering secret that you nurture with him between the roses and carnations - soft petals, yielding to each gust of the wind. You think how he is just as delicate when he touches you, like the plush pink kiss of a carnation petal, of his irrevocably pulsing lips. The privacy of his love for you makes every loose fiber of sacred lavender, weaving his whispers, so much sweeter.