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More erotic dreams about the girl from the sea– Longing, rimmed with salt Advertisements
It’s strange how you can miss someone you’ve never met as if the ache bears a secret history exclusive to its own sense of mystery and rivet.
Adore, how a crush closes in on savored pink, to split flames, and corset ribbed longing.
From hips to belly, the distance between longing and bare knead, swelling.
The mouth, birthing a migrant kiss, begs gravity’s pardon in raising lips to a sublime arc.
Sometimes, it is just a marginal thatch of shadow slivering a cheek, or the rounded vowel of dimple puckering brazenly a bare knee, or the laser surgery performed on my small, fearful history, by a stray, smoldering gaze, it could … Continue reading
This side of dream, to marvel in sheer trespass and longing, to engage the mystery and riot of skin, by touch and flagrant cherish.
Near-distance of pain, dark ink blotting a thin page– Sorrow’s lasting print.
Liquid net of glass, meshes court supplest longing– Dreams brace thinnest air.