things I have been thinking about

She Breathes

I sing with proud pride,
as I suck her ephemeral lips.
Then she breathes in me all at once,
and her dreams come to my soul.
I shriek. I singe.
Those beautiful futures of her's never old,
but they come again and again with each kiss,
each nibble,
each stare.
I will not let her go,
never,
never could I be that bold.




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