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Description
Your lips
fault mine
and we are poised
to rejoin,

to resurrect
Little Death
from blushing
flesh:

kneaded, risen,
and devoured
until winestains bloom
under ivory.

I take deep drags
of your skin
with nails that ache
and a mouth that begs
for the fruit
of our friction

until your palms
work pearls of want
onto my waiting tongue.

The seas
in our chests
crash into calm
and you release the wrists
that drowned under you.

As delicious momentum
settles into softness,
we become cautious
cartographers once more.

You read my skin
with fluent fingers
and it talks back
in shiverspeak.

We pour ourselves
into the dark and
I sync my breath
with yours and
one hand lets go
of the ledge:

"I love you, too."

Description
Your lips
fault mine
and we are poised
to rejoin,

to resurrect
Little Death
from blushing
flesh:

kneaded, risen,
and devoured
until winestains bloom
under ivory.

I take deep drags
of your skin
with nails that ache
and a mouth that begs
for the fruit
of our friction

until your palms
work pearls of want
onto my waiting tongue.

The seas
in our chests
crash into calm
and you release the wrists
that drowned under you.

As delicious momentum
settles into softness,
we become cautious
cartographers once more.

You read my skin
with fluent fingers
and it talks back
in shiverspeak.

We pour ourselves
into the dark and
I sync my breath
with yours and
one hand lets go
of the ledge:

"I love you, too."