Twist your tongue around my thoughts before you intertwine your fingers with my feelings.
Press your mind up against my preconceived ideas of love and change my perspective.
Scratch your name into my backstory so that everyone in my future knows that at night I'm wrapped up in your emotional bedsheets.
Kiss my scars until I'm gasping from the healing.
Take me in, deeper than my trauma, so that when this ocean is roaring, I know where to place my anchor in order to strike solid rock bottom.
Open my mouth and spit your truth into me so that I swallow the reality that I've been drinking lies before you.
Tie up my self-worth and whip it into its most beautiful form.
Wrap your lips around my creativity, enjoy the nectar of my soul.
Ride my highs so that I can hold you in your lows.
Write hearts in the foggy windows of my imagination.
Trace your lips over my confidence until I'm begging for reassurance.
Please take what is willingly yours.




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