this supermoon keeps setting my body ablaze the fatter it grows i just want more of everything that’s yours to give your mouth, your tongue, your lips scraping and exploring without abandon your hands skimming, grazing the contour of this butter-soft skin your arms entwined across my back as i fold into the space of your chest like a child who belongs there every inch of you permeating the emptiness of my body i can’t fill on my own and still, it may not be enough i want it all even the parts you didn’t know existed the moon has that much power you have that much pull Comments are closed.
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