heyimalexxus
your fingertips trace the edge of my collarbones, finding their way to my ribcage, traveling to my hipbones, touching, sensing, feeling. i can feel your breath in my ear, your eyes watching me with longing. i have never felt beautiful, but you are delighted in me. i am beautiful to you.
she gained a revenue
of riches
that did nothing
but weigh
her tender soul
down
down
down
down.
happiness is never in
what you can gain,
she learned,
but in what you can give.