A little dance between myself and hosh_wa in India.
By Hosh_Wa:
Vanilla cream
as it seems.
Dripping an unstoppable chain
of drops from her neck,
luring me to try it, taste it
once.
In return of forgiveness.
By Alyssa Forelsket:
"This message is
no longer available
because it was unsent
by the sender."
Forgiveness suppressed.
The desire for a
kiss withdrawn
gagged by doubt
or perhaps gender politics.
The door closed.
Curious as a kitten,
I want to know what hides behind.
By Hosh_Wa:
Hidden behind the veil, desire
was touched,
brutally butchered.
Upfront is intimidating
hope that's alive.
Waiting for the positive
response of the message that
never been been delivered.
By Alyssa Forelsket
digital desire
exits where warmth of flesh
and satin glances
do not
one consciousness
reaches for another
the well of yearning
raw to the touch
crying out
wanting to drown
in sweet waters
dissolving the veil
living body bursting
into being
Art by: LostBooks
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