i.s.w.m.u.o.m.w.n // nicole dollanganger
i wake up and i creep
down the hall to your feet
where i lay like a dog for you
in silk down to my knees
wet with spit, red with need
three fingers in, you go deep
reach inside me, please hide me
somewhere they will
never find me
i will always come to you
when i'm weak and empty
with my wedding night blues
when i need you to fill me
i wake up and i creep
down the hall to your feet
love he gives that i don't need
grind it to dust with my teeth
rose and neptune, in the blue moon
all the darkness goes into you
when we're lost in the holy bedroom
when i feel you inside
but i still need you
YOU ARE READING
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