I rub salve
in all your fissures hoping
you’ll let me make the decisions tonight
because if I didn’t love you/
I wouldn’t be consistently leaningagainst
your shadowed
doorstep
waiting for your light
[meteor-fleeting-not/
hot ball of fire, sun]
Everything is smoking
& I’m playing with the shards
seeing you as you dare not see
yourself
& if I’m making you blush
it’s a good thing
it means: this peppermint oil is cooling
shhh… ● I’ll be your tourniquet|
–LM
Loving this one. ♥️
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Thank you Michael 😁💕
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This was gorgeous! Lovely yearning tenderness throughout ❤
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Thank you Tom ❤
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Sublime 🖤
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Thank you!! 😁❤
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You’re always welcome my friend 🖤
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