vermillionair

neither do i. a fever brews, festering beneath my brow it weighs such a crushing warmth in the confines of skin and bone it's dressed in the red that blushes and burns along the seams of my lips that so cries and longs and aches for her holy, holy, holy kisses for the surface of flesh my fingers yearn to explore; to merely know in tenderness and wickedness my mind wanders in inspiration such eden such heaven tell me do you envy me? because i pity you for you shall never know never know what it is that i gather with desire for she is the sweetest salvation of all the greater treasure too bad your god will never love you