he laid in my arms
and softly fell asleep
to my fingers lulling
lightly scratching the base of his head
cradled in my hands
his arm against the span of my back
holding me close
beautiful lips parted
I held him
and thought of you
(all this fucking other people only showed me I only want to fuck you)
-03/07/2020
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Romancelove, sex, vulnerability, and truth. chapter two of an ongoing collection of poetry by a bisexual woman.
