I fall in love with myself every afternoon. I lay in my bed, braless and bronzed. I want you to know the shape my breasts take when I lay on my back. The divot below my sternum that snakes down to my belly button. The flush and the freckles on my sun-kissed cheeks, the smell of the outdoors on the nape of my neck where my baby hairs fall. The grit on my hands from the things I've touched, touching the grit in your hair behind your ears. The taste of grapefruits and bitter beers on my tongue. The salt on my upper lip. I want you to know me. Fall into me. Fall in love with me too.
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