Soft betraying lips
pressed to the base of
my throat, my hearth—
the vulnerable purring
underbelly of my
Wild heart
Cannot choose
Will not
Boredom is the death of love
Soft betraying lips
pressed to the base of
my throat, my hearth—
the vulnerable purring
underbelly of my
Wild heart
Cannot choose
Will not
Boredom is the death of love
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