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car horns, insistent, floors away, a soft musical interlude filling this room, infused with jasmine, a candle-wick extinguished, scorched, soot drifting on thick air, cloyed with unspoken tenderness expressed instead in jewels of sweat, insistence to eclipse past pleasures, fingers laced together, flurries of kisses lasting for as long as we’re lost in the other’s lips, lingering touches, too delicate for casual lovers, you, washing off my scent by nightlight, like i am wet with witchcraft, like my ******* are spells and if your skin remains stained you won’t be able to break them, me, curled in your sheets like my tongue around you, waiting for your arm to wrap me up like a slow-creeping vine on thin trellis wires.
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Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
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car horns, insistent, floors away, a soft musical interlude filling this room, infused with jasmine, a candle-wick extinguished, scorched, soot drifting on thick air, cloyed with unspoken tenderness expressed instead in jewels of sweat, insistence to eclipse past pleasures, fingers laced together, flurries of kisses lasting for as long as we’re lost in the other’s lips, lingering touches, too delicate for casual lovers, you, washing off my scent by nightlight, like i am wet with witchcraft, like my ******* are spells and if your skin remains stained you won’t be able to break them, me, curled in your sheets like my tongue around you, waiting for your arm to wrap me up like a slow-creeping vine on thin trellis wires.
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taylorkatja
Minnesota
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
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