Devour & Desire
Afterward, you sleep
and my hands gossip with me,
they tell they touched you
where your flesh folds
and I kiss them for the news;
they bring me a free strand
they found spooling in your hair
and tell me it has your scent
and I agree, it does.

They come to me breathless
from the sweet ladders
where your hips become ribs…
they want me to come with them
to explore a temple of curves,
but I stay, I stay with you and listen
to them gossip up and down,
telling me everything,
everything they see.
Peregrine (via my-grave-is-temporary)
16chakras:

Dmitry Kochanovich

16chakras:

Dmitry Kochanovich