Tendril
Not always big.
Not always deep.
Sometimes
the drown comes
soft and sweet.
A tendril
that licks
against the skin,
brushing beneath
against the soul.
Tendril
Not always big.
Not always deep.
Sometimes
the drown comes
soft and sweet.
A tendril
that licks
against the skin,
brushing beneath
against the soul.
I am glad that the drop is being kind to you this time around, my love.
But if it happens to creep up on you or expand into something bigger, make sure that you reach for me and let me know, hm? I love you so much, beautiful boy. So much
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