I like to believe
you could step out of the place
where you aren’t real,
into the place that is.
I like to believe
you would take my hand
and burn me on purpose.
I like to think
you’d make a handprint of fire.
I like to think
your kisses would sear.
I like to think
your cock would stun me
and leave me breathless.
I want you in me,
than my imagination can reach.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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