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i. i go to church with the beautiful boy so i can learn about god as he hallows my thighs. his tongue is picasso's paintbrush on the soft skin above my hip and his eyes are liquid pools of the sun that could set a kingdom ablaze.
ii.let us play a game, my love, i whisper in the crook of his neck. he hums a reply as he begins to kiss hymns up my thighs, unraveling a galaxy within me.
iii. i continue breathlessly; tell me two truths and tell me one lie, should i guess the lie you must reward me with anything i wish.
iv. how about one truth and one lie, he grins before dipping his head and pressing his lips to my aching, hungry mouth. he builds a cathedral in the back of my throat with his ichor-dripping tongue.
v. alright, I murmur as his teeth graze my skittering pulse, my quivering fingers tangle in his golden curls.
vi. he lifts his head and with the sharpest eyes, he says:
i love myself, i love you.
vii. i look at him,
my love, but which one's the lie and which one's the truth?
and with the most melancholy smile, he began to laugh; he began to cry.
