mydeartalisman

There is Glory in your mouth caged behind pearly whites and I'd like to see if it burns my tongue. I would swallow your halo, and my chest would glimmer with your saintliness inside of me where I am otherwise begrimed and marred. Hot and heady, please let it devour me as l am anything but Holy. I am your one true devout, I deserve anointment. Cradle my skull with calloused palms and press hard like you're trying to cleave it under virulent hands. I become born again with two open mouths and two conspiring tongues.

mydeartalisman

I want to strike at your chest with closed fists and kiss you until my lips bruise all at once—it's all-consuming. & Yet, at the same time, I want this to consume me. I want you to consume me. I've never been a soft and gentle woman. I strike first and cradle later. Vulnerability is such an unfamiliar thing to me. But I'd like you to draw the very last breath from me regardless. It's reserved for you, anyhow. Sometimes I bite my tongue at what I want to say to you with my rosary tucked between my breasts, it feels like a sin to utter such things. But when you step at the alter, God says come as you are. And I think this is like that, in a way, I'm wounded but I'd still think you'd take me as l am.
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mydeartalisman

He says he wants to feel as close to God like the rosary nestled between my breasts.
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mydeartalisman

I loathe you just as much as I adore you, Blue Bird, it’s all the same.
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mydeartalisman

There is Glory in your mouth caged behind pearly whites and I'd like to see if it burns my tongue. I would swallow your halo, and my chest would glimmer with your saintliness inside of me where I am otherwise begrimed and marred. Hot and heady, please let it devour me as l am anything but Holy. I am your one true devout, I deserve anointment. Cradle my skull with calloused palms and press hard like you're trying to cleave it under virulent hands. I become born again with two open mouths and two conspiring tongues.

mydeartalisman

I want to strike at your chest with closed fists and kiss you until my lips bruise all at once—it's all-consuming. & Yet, at the same time, I want this to consume me. I want you to consume me. I've never been a soft and gentle woman. I strike first and cradle later. Vulnerability is such an unfamiliar thing to me. But I'd like you to draw the very last breath from me regardless. It's reserved for you, anyhow. Sometimes I bite my tongue at what I want to say to you with my rosary tucked between my breasts, it feels like a sin to utter such things. But when you step at the alter, God says come as you are. And I think this is like that, in a way, I'm wounded but I'd still think you'd take me as l am.
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mydeartalisman

He says he wants to feel as close to God like the rosary nestled between my breasts.
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mydeartalisman

I loathe you just as much as I adore you, Blue Bird, it’s all the same.
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mydeartalisman

I like how angry you are when my name leaves your mouth. There's a hint of desperation and vehemence there in baritone, a faint hint of a tremble, too. You're scared to lose me, but you're also terrified I might stay and ruin you until you do.

mydeartalisman

"Don't I look trustworthy?"
            "You look like a siren."
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mydeartalisman

"You can see me, Irène. You just want to express yourself, you want to make me feel something hard. A kiss or a hit, there is no difference."
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