This endless ache to trace
the curves of him
with my soft velvet tongue
biting gently with slow kisses
and drinking from his chalice
the curves of him
with my soft velvet tongue
biting gently with slow kisses
and drinking from his chalice
We’ve mistaken hunger for love and consumption for connection. Yet the things that sustain us have always been quieter: respect, companion...
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