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Armuth Lili


Fingertips

A burning desire

Every inch of my body, longing for her touch;

The sensation, her fingertips sliding over my spine, I whisper

You made me this way

My world, slowly drained of sanity

Her touch on my neck, wrist, even my spine and ribs;

I plead for you to break them,

One by one

Make a hanger if you wish

Wear my teeth as though they were jewels

Consume my lungs and liver, but never my heart;

I pray to your kindness

I beg, please allow me that last sense of stability




Envoyé: 11:30 Sun, 17 March 2024 by : Armuth Lili age : 17