You tell me you love the sound of my voice when I’m tender. My breath stops short— Could you use your teeth a bit more? I like the way it stings. Young hips meeting young hips, good things come even to the impatient. Your voice is the one I long to hear— you are so beautiful in your rawness. My thighs tremble between yours, and when your fingers intertwine with mine I think we are sowing something That will go on to live forever. I know I am a fool, but never when it comes to loving you. Life lingers on my tongue, if you’ll let me drink from your mouth– if you think I am worth the mess. I want to be saved, but only by you. If I could choose my place to die, it would be where I know you’d be next to me. I swallow you as if destined, like the sun consuming the earth. In your grasp, I am ignited, you pour through the teeth marks on my skin. Your tongue beneath mine, fingertips wet, soft, then softer. I hum short melodies inside your mouth, crescendo— the full moon in the shape of my rounded lips. You press your soul into my hips, hard, yet tender. I am full but it is never enough, I am full but I can only beg. A throat destined for more than what it’s used for. The lotus blooms between your fingertips, bare shoulder upon my lips, ravish me ever so softly. One by one, I am unraveling myself, right here, with you, And I have never been happier. Will you still want my heart when you take everything else? Will you still reach for it after finding another coveted spot inside me? Even if you don’t, it’s yours, it always has been. The outline of your throat, my nails tracing your jugular, mapping you, I spill out of the claw marks streaking your coffee-colored skin. I smile— we’re all warm. I ache to feel you on me, cheek against my stomach, lips near my navel as you rest, a hand tracing up my arm, the limbs of one who loves me. Bleed red into my righteous mouth. When I hold my breath, you can hear my heartbeat, and no matter what, I can hear yours. The air itself has a beating heart— the air around us. Sometimes, there is so much love in your body that it clogs your throat on its way out. Can you reach in and pull it out for me? So you can see how much there is. Sometimes, there is so much love in your body that it clogs your throat on its way out. You will learn to love suffocation. You will see me in ways I will never let anyone imagine— skin pink and warm, the color of your brain, your lungs. I smile again– We’ll always be warm. In the quiet of our shared heartbeat I am complete.
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