Tuesday, December 20, 2022

Drowning in fires, 

swimming your storms 

the kneel-to 

bruising my bones.

Longing, wanton, needy 

for hopeless devotion 

that pierces my soul 

with tangled kisses 

on sweet lips 

that bloom nectar 

and honey.

Kiss me there.

                   -glassy-eyedgirl 

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