Ripening
steady in their brutality
insecurities dripping down my thighs
I anoint the liquid as it touches the floor
the vastness that was once coddled between our fingers
now descends quicker
an illusion of control
security
close knit purity
does it matter
cuts
deepening in their impatience
while the yellow light
tricks your eyes
yet,still nothing
no rushing warmth
pouring from inside me
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 2:06 PM UTC
Ripening
steady in their brutality
insecurities dripping down my thighs
I anoint the liquid as it touches the floor
the vastness that was once coddled between our fingers
now descends quicker
an illusion of control
security
close knit purity
does it matter
cuts
deepening in their impatience
while the yellow light
tricks your eyes
yet,still nothing
no rushing warmth
pouring from inside me
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