wolf
my blood is like a flood of honey where he, with longing, takes a swim, lustfully, until wolf down my elixir 𓇼 those waggish twins monsters, seductive poetized by his tongue's tip, reveal my oh-so-pleasing refrains 𓇼 my body, chiming the atmosphere, elucidates his heartbeats' contour, — driving him crazy makes me happy 𓇼 compressed in the walls' intimacy, my being in his sighs oxygenated feels, burgeons miraculously in time's spell
