#critisicm
I beg you
reach out your tongue
and caress me with your words.
Soothe me with your hum.
I want to be enfolded in
the licks of
your love.
But your tongue sits
heavy in your mouth
stuck between
contempt and
apathy.
Only ever touching me with
it's brutal lashing.
I wish I didn't love
the sight of blood.
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 6:13 PM UTC