quarantining the hyper-specific empty of not knowing what to say to someone you know everything about |
the heat building, my core weeping.. the flames of...
your thighs are a deep sigh of relief and your...
there is magic on our lips every time that we kiss...
i wish that each day i could pick at the...
i used to think that you hurt and degraded me...
you have been like lead, you have been like...
it’s that somersault ache that keeps me awake at...
awakening with you...
there seems to be an unspoken rule between us, a...
here we both are, dripping into the floor...