the word is
wet on my tongue
warm and writhing
awaiting release
instead, i
swallow
smothering breath and
scratching
suede-soft skin
sliding.
until it is
itself.
lost.
wet on my tongue
warm and writhing
awaiting release
instead, i
swallow
smothering breath and
scratching
suede-soft skin
sliding.
until it is
itself.
lost.
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