Fingers interlocked,
Knuckles grazing the rough brick,
Flowering blade-petals of pain,
Trapped under a flattened gaze – gold and green,
The heat of a beating heart,
Foggy breaths,
Catching,
In the cold.
Joyless pursuits of an endless sexual revolution.
A remarkable one ✨
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You’re always too kind.
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