his mouth
wine-dark
like something
that had tasted
more than kisses
his grip
stone-deep
as mountains
weathering winter
until a violet dusk
moves through your veins
and desire
pulls you down
closer
deeper
sliding across
marble skin
while ash-soft hair
falls over your face
May 12
at
8:32 AM
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