The Blood & The Bones

I am not delicate
not like they say I should be

because
there is a hunger
a longing in me
for the
primal
impact
rage
in your awakening
wet inner thighs
trembling
aching
waiting
for you to give into it
and take me
desire beyond control
turning
my skin into
purple and gold
calloused hands
on velvet skin
fingers wrapped
so fucking tightly
becoming
my favorite adornment
making me feel
so pretty

no, I am not delicate
and I don’t want to be

LL
the blood & the bones