constriction
my tongue traces the arches of your fingerprints, the lifelines of your palm: memorizing landmarks of your skin I lift my chin and find your fingers curl to meet me, brushing calluses with eyelashes that flick defensively when your hands reach too close my heels pull up to guide you in between my thighs I crave you--but I cannot trust the words your mouth emits I inhale you [ sweat / saliva / breath ] ; the pain begins; my lungs collapse to purge the taint I've taken in
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