I am veined with wires
that keep me steady.
But they have no affect
on how my teeth
are being forced together
in a pit
of my mouth.
I feel them collide,
the pearly surface
crushed.
You move smoothly
and languidly,
feeling my responses
but misinterpreting them
along the way.
Your jagged breaths
resulting from
quick inhalations
of my skin,
and I wonder if you can taste
yourself on my lips,
'cause I still
feel you
in my mouth.
Author notes
One look I was done
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