Her heart rumbles
I could take her out for dinner
Same thing, same flavours
I’m in her taste buds
Licking her stains clean
Sipping lemonade, nibbling her skin’s pain
We’re feeding like vampires
Junkies, cannibals.
Her curves are mûrren
My chest burns at her slopes
The quiet drops
Of eyes, lights, breaths, death, heart, art
Fresh water fountains, her goldfish tongue
Coursing down my throat
Lucerne lift forever, grey hair together
Until the last rain of her beloved fall.
Jan 24, 2025
Jan 24, 2025 at 7:27 AM UTC
Her heart rumbles
I could take her out for dinner
Same thing, same flavours
I’m in her taste buds
Licking her stains clean
Sipping lemonade, nibbling her skin’s pain
We’re feeding like vampires
Junkies, cannibals.
Her curves are mûrren
My chest burns at her slopes
The quiet drops
Of eyes, lights, breaths, death, heart, art
Fresh water fountains, her goldfish tongue
Coursing down my throat
Lucerne lift forever, grey hair together
Until the last rain of her beloved fall.
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