she's so soft she shook off her skin shaking under my touch between her lavender legs, rose cortez cheeks hot under my moonstone mourning mouth which is open and wet, tongue leaving gold on sliver in it's wake as it traces the breathing art that she is, teeth biting bits of something so sweet and so so soft.
her soul is soaked in milk and rose water, so sweet so soft i fear she might spoil if i speak too much.
i want to worship her, my honey kissed skin seeping into her own, on my butterscotch knees and kissing your foxglove fingers- but i know i'll ruin you, bees buzz in the background honey bee and i want i want but i'll never get so-
so don't follow me until your spine rots into the glass of milk i drink at 3am.