His face in my view
Brings butterflies fluttering
Then—one steps forward
His wits, prominent
Opening it as he speaks
"Drown me too," I beg
His voice so raspy
Floating on blue ocean deep
Waves all come in threes
His hands, warm and safe
Clasp mine like a safe haven
Hold me in all fours
His smell addicting
My perfume to keep me sane
Five spritz on my wrists
His neck welcoming
A feast for this hungry beast
My dinner at six
His obsidian eyes
Hold the universe in them
Seven light years close
His mouth on my own
Tastes just like **** fine liquor
Burns as hand strikes eight
His comfort's embrace
Brings this cold corpse back to life
Nine lives' revival
His own sacred prayer
Is his name incarnated
On my knees at ten
Day 16 of #NaPoWriMo 2020. Hello! I've been MIA on this site for a couple of days since I really got busy and unmotivated from writing but! I figured out that this is the only thing keeping me sane during the quarantine---why should I stop? So, I'm back!