
Her kisses
Burn
Slow oozing
Into my
Ravenous mouth
Tumbling down
My spine
Molten lava
Bumping into
My riveted
Being
Coiling around
Anacondas
Pressure on
Pulsating roots
Cravings itch
Quenching thirst
You burn
My soul

RLove
10.13.19
F/Italy
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