Engulf me, love.
I want the skin of the girl I used to be to become ash on the wind of your tongue.
I'd like to feel the fire in your fingertips become an inferno within my soul.
I'd like the hunger in my eyes to be echoed by the heat in yours,
Do not leave me half consumed, I beg of you-
Let your passion burn me alive.
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Incongruity
PoetryThis is where I will put my poems about my experiences. I just want somewhere to store them. If they resonate with someone, then I'm glad to have at least been a voice of familiarity in a world that feels so full of solidarity. Also I usually only w...
