Skin on teeth and teeth on flesh that's warm with blood flow beneath it.
The soft pliancy that spit brings, the slickness of sweat when words can't escape that pretty swollen mouth.
no cuz it's the next day and who did I write this abt.
YOU ARE READING
𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖘//𝖕𝖑𝖚𝖙𝖔
Poetryuhm, poems? or "poetic" shit. its just for when im feeling edgy and i want to write.
