*Dual curved top end then wrapped under *
She comes to me most nights I was terrified at first but she gave me no reason to fight She taught me a language that only her and I know how to write She penned me an incantation For what , I was not sure but I accepted based off an inclination Hope rarely comes for the destitute And my life is a saga of ill repute *pinch three in the middle* She touched me no differently than I have been touched before Yet somehow she knew everything about me every transgression, every sin , every fragmentation She unlocked everything I hid, even what I didn’t know I buried She felt my brow Her touch felt dry and callused odd at first but to me it didn’t matter she was all I could see and she clearly came for me *wrap it around the top then back under* She forced eye contact Not from restraint rather threw unadulterated indulgence The serenity contained within her gaze made me feel what it’s is like to love myself which in turn was everything I was chasing All the suffering I had to endure She made it ok , I begged of her inject me with the cure Though the feeling is only momentary I always needed more *wrap around 6 more times* She is gone before dawn like a man possessed by lust days became unbearable and nights pass in flashes For her I couldn’t get enough I tore at wounds I cut into anything left Just to get her to let me feel her touch Like the Madonna she would heal me as if I were worth her embrace it didn’t matter to her that I was a fucked up disgrace *Then feed it back through me* Her icy hands burned as she reached into my chest , they slid through my gaping wounds from a life lived with judgment , shame and guilt she felt my agony she wrapped her fingers around it and flooded me with empathy, I held that feeling for moment, like a child clutching a blanket it reminded me of what makes me human what makes me have value Night after night she spends hours finding the parts of me lost within my Consciousness Stitch by stitch, her hands weaved peace and wellness through my pain Time and severity of injury were no issue She patiently reconnected more than just the damaged tissue She bonded the psychological with the physical *Slip me on and pull me over * My desire for her to complete the omen it’s all I fantasized about They always try to warn you But they haven’t felt her They haven’t needed more I pulled her on top of me She kissed deep and with intention Her tongue was a conduit of languages and hieroglyphics Yet No words just two bodies communicating by touch Inside one another She let me feel her warmth It hurt at first, burned, like to be touched by the sun I tried to adjust, I needed to make space But she persisted and barred down the rhythm sped and intensified pulsating heart rates, two spirits writhing in unison I struggled to catch my breath Until finally intense orgasmic release *feel me tighten as you pull away* The pain of yesterday, a life’s worth of burden fades into stillness *Sway sway * I don’t exist to die I am dying to exist *sway sway* *sway sway*
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