2 years ago. Monday, July 3, 2023 at 4:38 AM
Afterward, you sleep,
but in my memory... Still...
your hands are moving...
gathering my wrists together
above my head, behind my back...
threading your fingers through my hair,
now pleading, now pulling, now
searching my skin for need...
I move against you, my whole body
asking for more... asking for yours...
asking to be filled... to be emptied...
to be at peace.
- Peregrine
