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Olivia Durand Jun 2019
I beg you

reach out your tongue

and caress me with your words.

Soothe me with your hum.

I want to be enfolded in

the licks of

your love.


But your tongue sits

heavy in your mouth

stuck between

contempt and



Only ever touching me with

it's brutal lashing.

I wish I didn't love

the sight of blood.

— The End —