whispers
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a poetic prose
when you are sleeping, i catch myself envying the pillow underneath you. i wish i could offer you such comfort. i will open my chest for you. scoop out all that is there; i’ll leave plenty of space for you to nestle yourself inside of me. hold my heart in your lusty hands. place it against your chest. i do not mind the hardness; i’ll make the curves soft. you make me feel safe and warm. full, never hollow. you help me get lost inside of myself, but i never feel like i’m running.
when you are sleeping, i catch myself envying the closeness your breath has to you. i stop my fingertips from closing your parted lips. instead, i remind myself of how it feels when you touch my soul. it’s like your lips on my neck, and the way your teeth pull on the skin. i do not think of how one day the skin will be loose and not bounce back. no, i think of your thumbs in my venus dimples. your tongue along my cerebellum and the way you kiss it with praise. you make the pen inside me bleed.
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