How We Pray
Arched back,
hands on it, hips too,
hands on them from time to time.
i'll move you, until
you are more goosebumps
than skin.
You'll collapse soon,
pleasure it seems
is a delirious thing.
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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