To Paint Pleasure

To paint pleasure

Into the warm tender places

To lick like I’m healing

A wound

To tighten and arch against

One another.

Emptiness and fullness

In the same instant

Mostly though

Because I can take off

The armour I wear

Rest against you

And feel safe

Against you

Published by MBBlissett

Writer. Working on book-length projects and posting fiction and poetry here. You can find more about me here: Represented by SMART Talent Agency ( I am available for writing projects via my agent, Kelly and I look forward to hearing from you.

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