Let’s dig into the deep, the dire & the delicious


:: to you, Lover. and to you, Beloved


all i want is more of Him

i open my mouth
His words play and have their way

i open my thighs
His fingers skim and part my seas

i open my heart
His glances mine and for a split second

my core turns molten. my spine crumbles in to a hot, hot mess

the very thing i cannot have is more, so
i am left, inflamed.

so then. so what?

i plead. what to do with warmed mouth, with scorched thighs, with seared heart?

Burn, i hear.

the only thing to do is Burn.

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