House Honey















House Honey,
golden flesh
chili red lips
tarantula eyes
butt, bubbly as
a bud. Lays
in bed, linens
cling to her nooks.
Underneath, I crawl
connect to warm
breath, hot tongue
get dizzy off her
scent-cyclone
doing circles in her
clavicle. Fingers
roam my back,
teeth cut into my shoulder
flesh, our skin breathes
into each other,
moist pulp seeps
between thighs.


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