white hot morning, deep enough I feel your heartbeat in my belly and all will dry like cement
when I reached in and drew our initials with the bend of my fingers stir up the dancing dust only visible beneath sunlight, you drug it into me with your tightrope your i’m sorry i won’t be so rough this time
promise your veins mumbling against the parts of my body that are a sponge, i am only going to bleed for good things now and you should too but every hole I have wanted to say that they only ever bled for you
because I like feeling warm in winter trick myself into thinking I do not have to wear socks, you look like the moon with shooting stars of sweat pouring down your back and
everything drips like it is trying to make my ***** wetter.