the struggle for dominance as we kiss,
like two hands on a harp playing different riffs,
polyrhythms of our hearts,
compliment our messiness,
warm clay as we sculpt our art;
two tongues in a twisting bliss;
a soft soul in a clenching fist,
you touch me and I'm dissolved,
like a tracing paper over a cup of tea,
the landscape behind a snowy breeze,
melting wax and swarms of bees,
you touch me and I'm lost,
playing in these soft-wall awns,
I'm totally gone, but I fucking love it.
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LETTERS||Jungkook ff|| mature 21+
FanfictionLee ji-eun is in love with jeon Jungkook, her best friend and also the fuckboy of the city. Jeon Jungkook truly is a fuckboy, but he takes the woman's concern before having sex with them. He never plays with their feelings. To spurn lee ji-eun, Mr...
