nice to see you in the sunlight | poetry √

13| jew-ne

you just want to drink him up.  from his apricot fingers  to his vanilla scented tongue the way it moves between your warm caramel thighs you know this isn't going to last long he's going to get bored and leave again but you enjoy the moment while it lasts you buckle under the euphoria and come undone gasping for air — he let's go.

like he always does.