stronger than drugs

“you’re dangerous,”

 

he whispers between soft white

sheets like the word could kill

him,

his mouth on my skin

drinking me in like I am

the rain and he the

Sahara,



“addictive,”

 

the word bleeds from his

lips like a drug and I


smile

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