it’s like there’s a fire
in your gut, but
instead of sweating,
burning, you sprout
daisies on your chest
instead of dissolving,
disappearing like ashes
you’re now a fucking garden
Erotic Stories | Sensual Poetry | Shibari
it’s like there’s a fire
in your gut, but
instead of sweating,
burning, you sprout
daisies on your chest
instead of dissolving,
disappearing like ashes
you’re now a fucking garden