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I want to feel again. *sigh* I want to rake my teeth across the tendons of a neck attached to a thrown-back head, complete with a face twisted by the sensations. Eyes closed, lip bitten. I want to leave hickeys that we'll both pretend to be worried about after the fact. Before that, though, I want to find you sitting on some warm curb out in front of a house full of partiers, staring up at the stars. I want to sit down beside you with a long look and a smile and ask what you know about constellations, because truthfully, I had trouble finding anything beyond the Little Dipper. Even if you tried to point out other things, I'd just stare at your mouth moving and neglect to look back at the stars til just before you'd drop your gesturing hand. I want to lean up to you on one hand, studying your face, before we kiss, and once we are kissing, I want to swing myself fully square with you, and be down to the base of your neck til I realize you're on your back, on the sidewalk, in the middle of the night, one of my hands trailing up your side all by itself... Whoever you are.