Little Deaths

lust feels foreign after so much abuse,

but none the less exciting

i want to nibble every inch of you

kiss your toes

to your hips

to your head

as dry a husk as i became,

i never dreamed i would again be

so wet with sweet juices like ripe fruit

pick me, please

i long to come home with you

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