Dec 2019
the moonlight
glistened on your skin
on those tangerine nights,
your sweet moans
my own gentle lullaby,
in sweat and blood
we sang through the dark.
glistened on your skin
on those tangerine nights,
your sweet moans
my own gentle lullaby,
in sweat and blood
we sang through the dark.
- the arch in your back, my nails on your skin. for you i'll live in perpetual sin.
(F/scotland)
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