پن کیا گیا ٹویٹ
i part you slowly with knowing care,
2 fingers deep, then everywhere
i curl them just to make you moan,
to make your body not your own
“stay still,” I say
you try—then fail,
as I drag fire down your trail
each thrust, precise—a claim, a brand.
your soaked submission in my hand.
Isaiah.@IsaiahThe3rd
every corner of me is cracked, every silence carries the weight of what was taken. my skin feels borrowed, my name tastes like ash, and I wonder if the person I was ever truly existed or if they were only ever a mask meant to be broken. there is no lesson here…
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