“The wet of your mouth rains down my neck like frame, the soft heat of your tongue burns the apple in…”

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“The wet of your mouth rains down my neck like frame, the soft heat of your tongue burns the apple in my throat. We are practiced at this love that asks angels to cover their eyes and turns devils shy.”

Zachary Kluckman (via chos)