Poem: Our Lips Meet
I bite on to his wet neck and shoulders
The salt - reminiscent of oceans
And whole horizons
His body letting out a deep moan
Like smoke rising out
Of smouldering amber.
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Bi, Bold and Boisterous. Wannabe writer who drools over books and movies. H.P Lovecraft is bae. And Anime are the best things that happened in this world.
