The sheets are covered in us

and the room perfumed with lust

like dew drops on skin

and i begin to breathe our sin

wrapping myself in your sensation

your fingertips brand into my flesh

mapping trails onto my canvas

and i surge to reach your lips

to taste their pulp and become religious

06/25/2014

Posted on 06/25/2014
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