sext: I want to feel your lips burn away all of the inky parts where sadness hibernated in me.
sext: I would swallow the moon to glow for you.
sext: I would bake a pie just to give you the largest piece.
sext: I want to take a trip to your childhood and double dutch to your heart.
sext: I want to write poems on you with my tongue.
sext: I want to fall asleep with you inside of me.
sext: You are both the smoke and the match. I’ll inhale you as you watch me burn.
sext: Do you feel how I explode when you slip your fingers into me?
sext: You could be the sun.