The Drowning
Frothed like
whipped topping
stray bits
of sensation
lick
at the air
as the swirl
of clouds
float overhead
seen
beneath a
rippling surface
as I drown.
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Twisting the Leaf 
*Groans* Your drown was fucking beautiful. So beautiful. And I am craving more of you. CRAVING like a man smothering and unable to get a full breath of air.
I need you, babyboy. I need you curled into my arms so I can breathe again.
Goddamn I love you
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