..complications, predicaments, liaisons, fragments, idioms and expressions.
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
A year ago I got a voicemail from my brother. I was at work on the phone. He texted. It felt serious and I could feel his shaken energy. I c...
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