alabaster flesh
crumbles at your touch
and streams of pure feeling
flow through the cracks
blow breath into my lungs, and
invade me with your warmth
let your blood run through my veins
my heart pounding at your touch
I am yours to use, please
put me to your ends
my body is yours to shape,
take my flesh your hands
be my sculptor, love
make me what I am
Jan 17, 2021
Jan 17, 2021 at 9:21 PM UTC
alabaster flesh
crumbles at your touch
and streams of pure feeling
flow through the cracks
blow breath into my lungs, and
invade me with your warmth
let your blood run through my veins
my heart pounding at your touch
I am yours to use, please
put me to your ends
my body is yours to shape,
take my flesh your hands
be my sculptor, love
make me what I am
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