for Julia
she is too busy flirting with the mundane to take notice of you, and yet you would have her anyway. sweet siren, do you hear the honey making a home in your throat? she is powerless to resist. take her in your arms and teach her of her womanhood. you are warm and delicious and whole; let her taste what she is made of. touch her gently and remind her that her world is not so small that it cannot be rocked. he says
he likes taking care of me. i have blood red mouth, sun stained teeth, i am always hungry for more. "well then. eat." |
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