Fingertips travel,
Across my tender landscape.
Flush lust takes it shape.
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 1:24 PM UTC
Fingertips travel,
Across my tender landscape.
Flush lust takes it shape.
This is an older poem I wrote based on the "honeymoon phase" feeling that we all get to experience the burnout of.