love is a poor man's food.

"your tranquility passions my mind to fall into a beautiful slumber. I find myself wanting you throughout the day. just a touch. just the feel of when you breathe, and when you speak. my heart drops. I open. you open me. replacing my fears with strength; soft low bite to the lip, I drip, and we combine. I adore you. every part of you. even the part you have a hard time showing. the parts you keep away in a cage. Holding on to you is the most sculpted, energizing, adequate, and most devoting feeling. You come straight from soul. every lovely soul. To prevent sepsis, I refuse to hurt you."


















pull me in.