Friday, November 10, 2023

Wish

The warmth of his neck, the vulnerability begging me to give in to my thirst, the need for his blood smeared lovingly across my lips
A wish so softly blown it lay heavy on his kissable lips and velvet tongue. 

No comments:

Post a Comment

All the grief that swallows us whole is pooling over the edges and bleeding into everything; changing the shape of what it touches.