no bliss in ignorance

[coffeecup_poet]

every day i wake up it's monday morning. the night before a smear of malt flavored kisses and hints of salty flesh between gasping white hot breaths. insulating body heat traced with rhythmic heart beats brings urgency to interlocking fingers and grazing wayward glances. blood burning graces in cheek to cheek silences lined with forgotten promises

Comments

[lost_duchman]

The perfect morning!!

[my_plastic_star]

been there. its shit spud, i know.
xox