I want our bones to fuse together
I want your blood to flow in mine
I want further than skin-to-skin
Cannibalism from chin to shin.
'Til our fingers are stringed and intertwined
'Til our legs are locked and tied
'Til our hearts hear each other
That it beats in sync and smother.
To guzzle every of your part
To quaff every ounce of ichor
To longing love and stain be one
Then my satisfaction is yet to come.
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC
I want our bones to fuse together
I want your blood to flow in mine
I want further than skin-to-skin
Cannibalism from chin to shin.
'Til our fingers are stringed and intertwined
'Til our legs are locked and tied
'Til our hearts hear each other
That it beats in sync and smother.
To guzzle every of your part
To quaff every ounce of ichor
To longing love and stain be one
Then my satisfaction is yet to come.
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