36 x 36 inches



she devours me,

her tendrils trace my skin,

anxiously awaiting,

the moment when it will all begin.

succumb to her,

a fragile creature.

reaching out for safety,

a deep craving for comfort.

this touch creates islands,

claimed by one,

owned by no other.

she invades my soul,

consuming a lifetime of heresy,

the lightest touch,

belonging to her,

finally free.


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