⠀⠀ ⠀⠀✦ .. A TRUE LOVE'S VISIT

tonight i rolled up my black long sleeve turtleneck and stored it within my closet in hopes that it would preserve that delicious, shitty orange perfume you left lingering on it's wrists.

my mouth tastes like kisses and sex, and my brain lingers on soft bedside memories, laughing so hard our faces turned red and you worried. you leave my delicate skin purple with your karate chopping hands, when you massaged me rough and tested my knee reflexes, and i couldn't ask for anything more to savour you with.

tonight you leave me with fragments of yourself: beaded and plush, silicone and material, bruised and sniffing and tasting, my still ringing ears from cheering and tongues. this is cherished forever in all parts of myself. i never want to bathe again.

lover, i hope you know how much i feel at home with you.

Praise be Aphrodite! ♪ thank you for bringing us together! we feel your crafting hands.