the second night:
lights off with the sunset, no candles. the sounds: whiskey on rocks, the tearing of my undershirt. his sea-laced poetry in my ear. sucking on his thumb while i'm pinned to the bed. his soft breath when he falls asleep on top of me.
lights off with the sunset, no candles. the sounds: whiskey on rocks, the tearing of my undershirt. his sea-laced poetry in my ear. sucking on his thumb while i'm pinned to the bed. his soft breath when he falls asleep on top of me.
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holdensolo:
last night was great
digdug:
you make good mixed cd 