A soft guy behind the masculinity,
A lamb in wolf's clothing, ready to be consumed.
Soft lips touch hairy skin,
A combination made in heaven.
Just us two.
An unorthodox union.
I wonder what my Mam would say if she found out
That I was more into footballers and not football anymore.
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Inflorescence
PoetryI don't wanna be a seed In half bloom, I don't wanna live like that; I wanna become a flower, In full bloom, beaming, don't wanna fall flat. A collection of vignettes, poems, short stories, standalones, ideas and idk what else. Updated whenever.
