The Narcissist

14 Jul

Your eyes are speaking a million words in a language that could very well be extinct or not yet discovered.

Your fingers are tapping on my skin, forming patterns of desire in morse code.

Your mouth is heaving a breath so venomous on my neck it is too tempting to deny.

I can feel your superhuman olfactory inhaling my soul inside your body.

I can feel my mouth longing for the forbidden, the burning taste of the beginning of you and the end of me.

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