Pulsing…


he has carved 
spaces in her veins 
hidden inbetween walls
pulling her breath
fire to her sex
he pulsing
under her fingertips
moan across her lips
silk in her throat
invisible threads
woven around
her wrists…

he is this
life or death
love

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