for desire has undone me.
I would sell a slice of my spirit
for one stolen minute
with her body close to mine.
To taste the curve of her smile,
to feel her warmth pressing
through fabric and breath,
to let her eyes pull me in
until nothing is left of me
but a trembling hunger.
A minute with her
her scent on my neck,
her breath melting on my skin,
her softness burning through me
and I would gladly be ruined.
Let the devils circle…
let the angels look away…
for one moment in her heat,
one moment in her gravity,
and I am done
finished,
fallen,
willing.
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 3:26 AM UTC
for desire has undone me.
I would sell a slice of my spirit
for one stolen minute
with her body close to mine.
To taste the curve of her smile,
to feel her warmth pressing
through fabric and breath,
to let her eyes pull me in
until nothing is left of me
but a trembling hunger.
A minute with her
her scent on my neck,
her breath melting on my skin,
her softness burning through me
and I would gladly be ruined.
Let the devils circle…
let the angels look away…
for one moment in her heat,
one moment in her gravity,
and I am done
finished,
fallen,
willing.
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