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awknight
Poems
Mar 2018
Silhouettes
Your touch fills the cracks
of my crumbling flesh,
you hold my soul at the tip
of your fingers β
love finds itself tracing
the dangers of my mind
with ease.
Canβt you see, dear? you are
becoming
my god.
#erotica
#love
#danger
#fingers
#god
Written by
awknight
27/F/Hell
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