24.08.2025

sunlight paints the world golden, setting your body

aglow, as if your were moulded from something more

precious than skin and bone, as if the blood in your

veins was liquid bronze and your sinews carved from

luminous stone; you’re divine like a monument to a

good life, and i’m so hungry for miracles and you, i want

to taste the salt on your neck and the heat of your mouth,

i want to devour all of you, you know i’m a glutton for

the rare things in life, and we’d be perfect if you would

just allow me a taste of that silver tongue of yours that

has me oh-so wrapped around your fingers and throat