I want the heat from my tongue to melt your skin right down to the bone…

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I want the heat from my tongue to melt your skin right down to the bone…
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Brushing my hair in bed listening to this.
Abandon desire & control
Why does suffering feel holy? Why does pain enlighten me? Why do I feel like my truest self when I’m bleeding & weeping? Who was I in my past life? How do you change this never ending cycle? I don’t want to be my shame & misery.
I feel closer to death than ever. Will you be my death? Will you fill me?
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I wash and braid your hair with the tenderest of touches i adore you so much
Constantine P. Cavafy, tr. by Kimon Friar, from Modern Greek Poetry; “The Bandaged Shoulder,”
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I want to paint your lips with blood