he plays me like a violin in his strong hands

moulded around the shape of his palms 

the warmth of his fingers 

if I were chocolate 

I would melt 

dripping between the crevices in the floorboards 

of this old home 

the richness overflowing 

pouring within the walls 

until pure decadence fills this space 

this is our safe place 

where the precious notes of me humming against your throat 

fall in calming waves in this silent abyss 

we are safe here 

I am safe 

with you 

◄ Of Something Good

Linger ►


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