Prodding veins like an invitation. Slender fingers dig into my heart
with the fervor of a storm. Her whispers feel like serenity and sleep.
My dreams are drowned in her voice and the shadows of her face,
eyes blinking at me like morse code. Singing to me softly, I love you and
I love you, I love you, I love you. With every bone that throbs and every
heartbeat that aches. With every burning muscle and every rush of blood,
I remember everything; beaches and blinding sun, your tan skinned hands
on my pleading waist in an ocean of ragged breath and grinding hips. That
is heaven, and nothing could ever come close to the warmth
of your legs wrapped around mine and your nails in my skin. Like a bruise
on your soft neck I may never stop lingering. Summer in August
and your hand on my thigh. I should have died there.
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 8:56 PM UTC
Prodding veins like an invitation. Slender fingers dig into my heart
with the fervor of a storm. Her whispers feel like serenity and sleep.
My dreams are drowned in her voice and the shadows of her face,
eyes blinking at me like morse code. Singing to me softly, I love you and
I love you, I love you, I love you. With every bone that throbs and every
heartbeat that aches. With every burning muscle and every rush of blood,
I remember everything; beaches and blinding sun, your tan skinned hands
on my pleading waist in an ocean of ragged breath and grinding hips. That
is heaven, and nothing could ever come close to the warmth
of your legs wrapped around mine and your nails in my skin. Like a bruise
on your soft neck I may never stop lingering. Summer in August
and your hand on my thigh. I should have died there.
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