there is fire licking at your calves. tongue hot and heavy (taste me where my soul ends and my heart begins, i think you tell me. find the places hidden to even my eyes, a prayer, a whisper).
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AFTERTHOUGHT: i can shift the heft of the sky and its sire onto my shoulders, shape them into wings under your gaze, let them watch the fire like you watch a ritual (it burns with ancient fury, older than my words could ever dream).
idk what this is gay ????? as hell???? like me wow