I want honey dripping, oozing through my fingertips
I want honey dripping, oozing through my fingertips
Heat and glass like candy, pulled, stretched, glowing red.
I don’t need you, babe. I have all I need.
No need to perform or create heat.
Your name imprinted on my tongue, lips a quiver of arrows
The ground swallowed our heat gravely.
how it felt to breathe beneath him, relaxing into drift.
fire a rhythm we each intimately knew.
It was witnessing his restraint.
and wore a private smile for having inspired him.