this isn’t meant to last forever
he whispers into my neck
it aches
under my ribs
I am the rot that grows in humidity
I am the mud on his shoes
I’m starved next to you
satiate hunger with lust
I can feel your hands your caress
wax stains
the taste of you
soap on skin
it stops
when we’re like this
brief reprieves
burning of regret
in their comfort
in this wetness–
The tendering of his hand
my body
how it aches
Lucifer’s Halo 
okay wait wait I feel like I’m not reading this the way you wrote it like I love how you use “I” “he” and “you” bc it actually could change the meaning so much and I love it – dude you’ve been holding out on me, why haven’t you let me read these before :’)
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