do you wanna, you know, come to my place?

When the hell did I get so submissive? My spikes and claws are retracting, surrender emphasizing need. It’s confusing and unexpected, redefining my breath. My language is being softly taken from my teeth. Words taken letter by letter from my open mouth, each one a precious gift I need to clothe my thoughts. Purple ink dripping off my tongue to stain your skin with bloody trails of need. The palest pink.

I have faith in this at least. I have solid warmth melting in me like wax in an old egyption wig. It scents my day with musk. With you and what you do to me. Recieve litany of passion playing. Send the dares and agreements strong. We shake for this. We ask the world for mercy, but we give none. Part of me knows this is even. Part of me knows I’m more drenched in freedom. I wonder how long we will survive.

I want to.

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