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Drunken Love

Eros at the Bottom of a Bottle

By kpPublished 12 months ago 1 min read
i drew a map for my love

Weathered hands against

Softer skin. Used

Bodies exploring

Newness in each

Other's arms

On untethered

Whim.

****

Slip

Silk

Sex

Silicone

Strap

****

Curves

down

a

centered

back.

****

Quiet moans - fuck neck deep.

Quiet moans - fuck neck deep.

****

When troubled limbs come to rest

On the bed of a generous lover,

Slings and arrows

Cease.

Armistice is reached.

****

Quiet moans - fuck neck deep.

Quiet moans - fuck neck deep.

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About the Creator

kp

I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.

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  • Oneg In The Arctic12 months ago

    Oh gosh. Wow. Sensual. Relatable. Damn. Each word, a purpose.

  • Shalou♥️12 months ago

    Heyo✨ Let's do a teamwork I like your stories and you gonna like mine 🫶🏻♥️

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