Tuesday, February 11, 2020

tears don’t fall

your fingertips deliciously grazing the arch of my back
your hot breath on my nipples
the agony of your mouth and hands feverishly moving over me
the sweet musk of carnal hunger ripe in the air
bursts of laughter between sighs of sheer ecstasy
inutterable words breaking through moans
bathed in desire
forgetting the world
it was just you
and me
tangled and tortured 
lost in
the moments 
now washed away
in tears

fuck you

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