A/N: Also on my facebook and my dA And the groove of your hip was made for a palm like mine to place to hold and to submerge my prints beneath your skin right in to your very bone. The grooves of your bones carved out like notches on a bedpost but I don't mind that your skin drapes like cheap fabric over your shoulders. When the grooves of the bass thrumming like a blues heartbeat out of your speakers and into my chest I know I'll be here in the morning.