An ocean of crushed vanilla petals carries me through a week of walking of daydreams. The intoxication of proximity leads me to the church of another's mouth.
Her tiny lip piercing snags on my hazy attention, and her breathy gasps reel me into her bed. We sit and smile and fidget together, learning the words to the hymns of our intimacy.
11:39 p.m. - 2015-06-18
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