Delving deep
Like I was fracturing
A cavern lurching inside
A black hole stretching for eons
Blunt nails reaching for the peach pit rotten in me
Half-choked out moans and breaths
Quarter-pain
The rest pleasure
We made maillard between our heat
Sweet, burnt, delicious
Savouring your way down my jawline
Finally, someone wants a piece of me
A recipe for disaster
My ears didn't catch the first time
you told me how cute I am
Making my insides screech higher than anything we did
Perhaps I'm just touch starved.
