beauty, love, poetry, sex, women

Hold In

These lines of

Animal poetry

Frozen into

Perfect intention

There are those

Who scream for me

To go

Stay

A sweet tension

Like the scratch of my beard

Against your skin

Which are you

I have an answer

But you must come

Closer

Breathe me in

Like a languid cigarette

Take the burn

Like a good girl

Head swimming with

Promise of bruises

Blanket forts

Exhale when it

Becomes too much

To

Hold

In

 

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