your diary pages smell like stale silk sheets a marriage of dirty wilted petals and a dying autumn Β but you enjoys the warmth of spring more Β the thrill of carving lines in trees always makes you wet and you spin like a half-lit star on a northern dance floor Β you are an april lemon heavy with juice Β and i cum in the shape of a god as you worship my dark night sky Β your fingers find the form of my hips and you fall away to yesterdayβs knees unzips wanting lips to write throaty sighs on the shadow of my thighs Β your mouth opens to hot silk milk of my veins pulsing against another strange headboard another interstate motel Β your nails trail the length of me stretching to read my punctuated skin remembering my braille spine as you run your tongue over the curve of my moon Β and swallows each secret endless moaning echo Β then slips away Β my salt still on your lips when you kiss your husband goodnight ~ #QueensLodge #Motel #NoTellMotel #HourlyRates #DirtySheets #NoVacancy #StreetSideStop #palm #π΄ #architecture #sign #ISawASign #clouds #BlueSky #CityOfPalms #WestPalmBeach #Florida #Beach #PoemOfTheDay #poetry #ππ #PictureOfTheDay #PhotoOfTheDay #π·π #CTSelf (at West Palm Beach, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_teZTUgCW2/?igshid=yfc81vv9u28z
