noche solo con Jew

nights where my hand cringes near your head
our sweat is infused like silk and we can barely hold on
so ill hug you to melt you with the warmth you make me breathe with
with memories we know

tonight
we long for no end
the sun will be a bad sign
we are darkness
devious and so dam curious

nails burn and trail your path
and I rub your face to let you know i am blind to your physical
your heart captures my being
it knows me

I am passion
we no longer feel bodies
we just feel

I hear you laugh
sense you smile
giggle endlessly with desire
slowy indulge on your neck with my
lips
warm bites exhailing with my urge but I grasp for air and inhale your presence
makes you cold with a void but satisfied to know ill make you warm again




nibblenibblenibble ....... d;

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