Sweat
Sweat
bubbles
on my skin
thinking of you;
My breathing quickens,
you’re controlling my pulse;
If you just scratch me and bite,
leave your filthiest mark on me?
I’ll follow you and do what you ask;
There is not a thing I would rather do.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2024
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