Alex Dimitrov, from Love and Other Poems; “The Weather of Our Lives”
[Text ID: “someone presses their teeth / to your skin and shows / just how needed you are.”]

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Alex Dimitrov, from Love and Other Poems; “The Weather of Our Lives”
[Text ID: “someone presses their teeth / to your skin and shows / just how needed you are.”]
𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.
The fellas are really blurring some lines
Amhmmm !!!You & me right now...
on being soft with someone who hasn't had it before, hasn't been the object of devotion... i need to worship. i need them on a cushioned altar, enshrined in pillows and blankets, glowing under my touch.
i need their quiet breath to sharpen as I hold their hips, my thumbs and lips brushing their lower belly. need their hips to buck as i run light nails from their belly to their inner thighs, just barely missing the place they beg to be touched.
with my hands sweeping their belly and thighs, squeezing down their calves and feet, i want them to mirror my loving touch. make them run their nails along their own arms and across their chest, make them squeeze the soft swells and thumb their own nipples. their body an instrument played by four hands. and when our play makes them feverish - arched and aching, flushed and panting - i'll give them my mouth. hot, and wet, and plush for them roll their hips into, this worship swallowing them whole and hallowed.
Why do I want someone who doesn’t want me?