snake.
burning under my skin.
sin.
mountainme moving memories to fade
shadowed knowing of you,
malemaleand motioning
primitive rubbing out my face,
till I have no name,
or a thousand names
but I crave it.
there, when no one can witness on me
I am dieing with it, heavy at my breast
but you need meat.
and I need your eyes.
Witness on me.
Take my thighs and honey
give me yours.
receive me like a plate of food,
drink touch tender and
a balm on the hidden
Tsunami mia.
stagnate sin in solitude
and you prefer
receptacles.
and I prefer
to crave
snakes
who can't say my name.
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