I crave the feeling of your breath
stuttering beneath my palm.
A broken cycle of in and out.
Have you forgotten how,
Pet?
I crave your peace
your sense of safety.
Are my arms not protection enough
Little One?
I crave you and only you.
The fragile thing you are,
able to crack under the slightest pressure.
Don't tempt me to apply it.
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What Shouldn't See the Light of Day
ŞiirThese are poems I've written over the years. I don't like them, but you might...
