to me in
a tone
best described
as bedroomed,
hushed
and rich with
paphian desire;
her idiolect
clamoring for
attention
like her eyes do
when they
hold me like
heavy lidded
tractor beams
at 2:51 am
lips parted with
information
that she keeps
to herself
like a secret recipe
that she will let me
taste but
never understand.
1 comment:
my baby can write. awww.
your stuff always makes me happy. and im glad to see youre writing again. you stopped writing when we started dating and i was afraid that i was so uninteresting that you didnt have anything to write about at all. haha.
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