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Servant
I imagine your lips, parting, soft and sweet, crushed against mine, delicate, a bruised flower full of nectar, dripping sweetness, dropping slow honey against your tongue. I imagine your heartbeat as thunder, and your touch as fire. I crave you … Continue reading
Affairs
Your letters read of how you want to taste my wine-stained lips, how I am your lovely girl, how you cannot wait until the next time she is off, abroad, and you can visit me without shame, without worry. They … Continue reading
Thanks
A sigh of contentment; you are all I need after a long day, a hard week, a dulling month, an exhausting year (a torrential lifetime). It is hard; things are hard (the bed is soft), but we will rise above, … Continue reading
Keep The Lights On
Help me; this fear comes up as nausea, swallowed down again and again but it rises, writhing, a tentacled thing in my stomach reaching up the back of my throat. It cries out, claws for me, laughs when I try … Continue reading
20
I exist in this space where I can hear the twentysomething moments of my youth in their desperate clamor to be heard seen recognized to be validated as something worthy of taking up valuable resources like breathing room and the … Continue reading