i wake
starving for a body
he craves flesh and blood and bone
i shake and shiver as he holds me
unbound from this mattress of
seven nights before
when starry eyes and small words flooded
from our crusting mouths
my tongue like sandpaper
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 11:10 AM UTC
i wake
starving for a body
he craves flesh and blood and bone
i shake and shiver as he holds me
unbound from this mattress of
seven nights before
when starry eyes and small words flooded
from our crusting mouths
my tongue like sandpaper
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