Poetry

burned

i woke up
to your touch,
your hands gripping
on the sheets, lips
devouring me. eyes
closed but body a volcano,
i dripped, molten lava
across your cheeks. your
burned now, ive left my
mark on you. you’re starving
now, desperate for more.
you skipped the entree; im
your dessert. lick me up
before i wake up and fall
back to sleep✨✨

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