..complications, predicaments, liaisons, fragments, idioms and expressions.
The nights you read from Keats
Undressed and on my knees
Calling upon divinity
Swallowing your words rhythmically
I tremble beneath your unrepentant words
Your hand wrapped neatly in my hair
I was lost in a fever dream last night He kept growling something so sweetly in my ear what was it, what you said, I beg you to do it again...
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