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Sea Glass 30/30

Come for me,
Come, take my hand

I ask you again –
you cough and tense

Your wrack is my wrack
We squirm together

Thank you my love
for the long sext

It encourages me
to be better in all things

the self effaced,
and held in your hands

Ankles knit and clench
the tension lessens

Holding her feet to my stomach
eyes reflecting perfect light

Roses cling to her, thorns
She deadheads me

Cyberpunk nordic
Hel, and fulsome

I drag my fingers across her back
feel knots, and the seascape

a smooth ambience
will-o-wisp glow