you peeled away my clothes, my skin, desperately, wildly, searching for an answer in the crevices of my body. in the valleys of my lips and rolling mounds of my cinnamon thighs. you licked and lapped at the salvation you found in my skin. it tasted of apple juice and spices. your fingers grabbed prophesies from my hair, and the moon was the spotlight for our celestial dance. silver lips planted baby's breath on my golden neck, metal eyes stared into my velvet depths.
i didn't know if it was revenge that made my toes curl. but whatever it was, oh god, it was good.
(A/N: did i rush it too much ? should i add a development chapter before this orrrr ???? also, i hate the last line of this so if you have anything better, pls lemme know ! thanks, loves xx)
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cinnamon thighs and daddy boys • poetry
Poetrylets burn the world with our toxic love
