i'm dying—there can be no other explanation forthe way my heart beats against its bone cagethe way my lungs tighten and swellas your tongue maps the arch of my throatdescendsto the curve of my breasts. i'm dying—burning to deathas your hands...
i'm dying—there can be no other explanation forthe way my heart beats against its bone cagethe way my lungs tighten and swellas your tongue maps the arch of my throatdescendsto the curve of my breasts. i'm dying—burning to deathas your hands...