arms open, she is always there.
night, with her tilted head,
fangs out and lips curled,
shaking with eagerness to ****** away daylight.
i do not mind. the light was not mine to keep.
swallowing the heavens, she sighs as i fall into her arms,
moonlight dripping from her shoulders,
and into my lap.
i breathe into her neck, where i am safe.
in nocte consilium:
the night brings counsel.
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 4:11 AM UTC
arms open, she is always there.
night, with her tilted head,
fangs out and lips curled,
shaking with eagerness to ****** away daylight.
i do not mind. the light was not mine to keep.
swallowing the heavens, she sighs as i fall into her arms,
moonlight dripping from her shoulders,
and into my lap.
i breathe into her neck, where i am safe.
in nocte consilium:
the night brings counsel.
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