“Sext: We are bruising the light. Our shadows are open wounds. Our shadows are God’s wombs. Have you ever seen the skin of you that the summer has not birthed new? Have you ever tasted how pink you were the moment you unwebbed your fingers? Tilt your head back. Put your tongue out. Let me show you,…”Tagged: Literary Sext
“Sext: I spit in your mouth and it’s like wine; we slow down, cherry-stem-knot stumbling until I’m melting on your torso.”Tagged: Literary Sext