and now i’m drenched in desire.
feral and writhing at the hand that feeds me
and everyone always feeds me.
there’s no use in waiting
or wading in the grass
yet, i still feel the blades upon my back
every drop of wet wet dew caresses me
and the breeze shimmers me tauntingly.
now, i twist and contort at the touch of something new
and it rises up in me,
this new longing,
this new pining.
won’t you satisfy me?
won’t you give me what i deserve?
and i know that i will see you again
under the shade of the night
covered in sticky sweat
and love’s delight.
and until then,
nothing else will satisfy me.
nothing can compare.
and soon, so soon,
you will own my flesh
and you’ll have me, rare.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 9:39 PM UTC
and now i’m drenched in desire.
feral and writhing at the hand that feeds me
and everyone always feeds me.
there’s no use in waiting
or wading in the grass
yet, i still feel the blades upon my back
every drop of wet wet dew caresses me
and the breeze shimmers me tauntingly.
now, i twist and contort at the touch of something new
and it rises up in me,
this new longing,
this new pining.
won’t you satisfy me?
won’t you give me what i deserve?
and i know that i will see you again
under the shade of the night
covered in sticky sweat
and love’s delight.
and until then,
nothing else will satisfy me.
nothing can compare.
and soon, so soon,
you will own my flesh
and you’ll have me, rare.
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