Her lips, now draw so near mine—
static hums,
lightning sings,
my fingertips zing.
Our breath suspends in flight,
threads pulled oh so tight;
My hunger coils—
her taste, pure starlight.
Our flesh enraptures,
trembles nearly bare—
a storm unfolds,
surging ever slowly— there.
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 12:02 PM UTC
Her lips, now draw so near mine—
static hums,
lightning sings,
my fingertips zing.
Our breath suspends in flight,
threads pulled oh so tight;
My hunger coils—
her taste, pure starlight.
Our flesh enraptures,
trembles nearly bare—
a storm unfolds,
surging ever slowly— there.
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