I bite through you,
cartilage cracking like prayer beads,
your breath spilling hot
into my throat.
Fingers drip with your sweetness,
a nectar no fruit could mimic—
I gnaw, I swallow,
I make you mine.
Desire is a knife,
and I wield it gladly.
Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 10:50 AM UTC
I bite through you,
cartilage cracking like prayer beads,
your breath spilling hot
into my throat.
Fingers drip with your sweetness,
a nectar no fruit could mimic—
I gnaw, I swallow,
I make you mine.
Desire is a knife,
and I wield it gladly.
