Drops of Life

October 5, 2017

Sweet, suckling sprouts rise from the chest of my lover's warmth,
His red-eyed dracaenas bearing this fire glow into my eyes.
His breath, dark and moist, fills the air with wetness,
The brow of his sweat runs calmy by.






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