Pleasure Delayer (August 31st)
Perched in the corner
She is a tamed flood.
Waiting to spill on my bed.
Purposeful and new...
Personal Belongings (August 31st)
When lips dangle from necks softly,
Sometimes,
I can't remember who we are.
Personal belongings littering my bedroom with purpose.
Pillows breathing your scent into the air.
As if you belonged here...
The High Queen Blues (August 31st)
On quiet nights,
I'm taken back,
To the place where my blood pumped.
Thick and warm,
With your energy,
Coarsing my veins.
Sometimes I feel small without you...
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