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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