poem: make love, and leave nothing behind

i remember first lust

framed in secrets

drowning from the heat of a hidden touch / glances over soft shoulders, creamy gazes ripe, wet, wild.

 

we were not wrong

but all-good, all-knowing

ecstasy running through swelling veins / shining on our tongues

staining each kiss with a scent you know

and crave, whimpering

between the legs of your god-master:

 

you are made of secrets

and i am made dumb

by their brilliance.

– t. bennett ; @raggedhearts

 

 

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