A light brush of his hand
Like sunrays
to warm and flower my skin
He is magnificent and blinding
I nearly want to devour him
The pit of my stomach is sickened and raw
The sound of his voice, a still current
calms it away, softening like rocks in the sea.
he holds me when I am shaking,
my nose pressed against his neck
He smells of coffee beans and flour
just stay this way
we will eat eachother and then die, blended together
In our bodies
A bit of the other
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you lucky devil! who's the boy?
"The sound of his voice, a still current
calms it away, softening like rocks in the sea."
-gorgeous.
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Its funny how I got the inspiration for this, but there isnt one, unfortunately! Ive been thinking of hiring a male hooker but dont think Im quite at that point yet.
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