kissing his lips was like
partaking in the holy sacrament
I devoured him
body and blood
velvet flesh, crushing
starved for satiety
he always left me wanting
more of him
admittedly selfish
I gathered him in fistfuls
bundled his hot breath into bouquets
and rode the tension between us
like a tight rope
anxious
patient
lost
beneath his touch
hands hungry but
heart open
I could feel him pouring
pieces of himself
into me
voluntary ignition
let me worship you
in the most unholy places
until you’ve found
religion, unkempt yet
undeniable
staring shamelessly
into the sun
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 2:04 PM UTC
kissing his lips was like
partaking in the holy sacrament
I devoured him
body and blood
velvet flesh, crushing
starved for satiety
he always left me wanting
more of him
admittedly selfish
I gathered him in fistfuls
bundled his hot breath into bouquets
and rode the tension between us
like a tight rope
anxious
patient
lost
beneath his touch
hands hungry but
heart open
I could feel him pouring
pieces of himself
into me
voluntary ignition
let me worship you
in the most unholy places
until you’ve found
religion, unkempt yet
undeniable
staring shamelessly
into the sun
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