I learn to speak.
I learn to speak.
The arrival of newness burned into me— an experience worth learning and growing in.
Cinnamon kicks with sultry heat...
In the dark, send out sparks I can swallow whole and globe with— an orb of livewire.
Tears form—liquid fire, devotion heart exposed.
Born of desire and the certainty of my needs.
Floral, fresh petals fold out fiery, flaming flesh.
An eternal ache resounds in the rest after love is made.
My heart has risen.
My cells emoting something primal and innately soul.