it means more.
something soft for my sweet, like lips running over cheek,
like teeth, not bared but there, pressed hard against the skin.
what are you waiting for
my sweet adorer.
EYES LIKE SKYSCAPERS
FILLED WITH AMBITION, KNOWS NO LIMIT
THIGHS LIKE STEEL PYLONS,
MY SHAOLIN PRINCESS FETISH.
i bought new clothes now they own me,
now even nudity is too chic.
I am the messenger, fleet feet.
I am the wind.
I jumped ahead in the story, now he is dead.
I know how it ends.