like a velvet caress—

soft at first,

with a hint of

dangerous seduction.

Like amber honey,

it lingers sweet

in my throat

and hums

deep inside my ribs.

It thrums against

my marrow,

settles into my soul,

and takes root;

it claims my soil

as its own,

its vines spreading

until I am

conquered,

slowly and

completely.

Written by https://www.threads.com/@count_shyacula

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