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
I used to meet my emotions with pure fire. I would stuff down the pain, the terror, the worry, the anguish and anxiety. I would sweep it to ...
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