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…
