12-09-2018, 10:48 PM
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/ˈeɪndʒ(ə)l/
noun
1. can you feel it. half-empty the ache of your soul, jagged the beat of heart contained within, hole torn open
2. sharp his edges, he is all teeth given fine point of hunter, oh how they want your blood. he is twisted talons, dark their desire to touch and claim, make you his. yet there is a gentle way within it, delicate the press of such dangerous things, shuddering breath and you feel it, the beat of his heart against your own. you wonder what it would be like to kiss him, taste upon him the smoke and honey, desire bound within so sweet a temptation
3. hands in yours, laughter raising. free are you from it all, gone the weight, filled the hole within your essence. you are wine made from ripe blackberries, the taste of honey upon blossom toned lips, lace bound about so delicate a body, you are freedom given wings and with him - oh how you soar
[align=right]poetry by grimm ♥
/ˈeɪndʒ(ə)l/
noun
1. can you feel it. half-empty the ache of your soul, jagged the beat of heart contained within, hole torn open
2. sharp his edges, he is all teeth given fine point of hunter, oh how they want your blood. he is twisted talons, dark their desire to touch and claim, make you his. yet there is a gentle way within it, delicate the press of such dangerous things, shuddering breath and you feel it, the beat of his heart against your own. you wonder what it would be like to kiss him, taste upon him the smoke and honey, desire bound within so sweet a temptation
3. hands in yours, laughter raising. free are you from it all, gone the weight, filled the hole within your essence. you are wine made from ripe blackberries, the taste of honey upon blossom toned lips, lace bound about so delicate a body, you are freedom given wings and with him - oh how you soar
[align=right]poetry by grimm ♥