scraps

scraps

i use to live off of the scraps he once gave me. i was emaciated. skeletal. i needed more than meager compliments and sparse commitments. i am full now. i am curvy. i am finally healthy. never again will i ever accept scraps when I have a Queen's appetite❤️❤️💕 @amateur__poet 

maybe

maybe

maybe in another life, you could have been mine; maybe in another life, you could have access to all my secrets. The key to my heart, my thighs, my lips, I wonder what you would have sampled first? Would you have devoured me with nothing but tongues and lips? Would you have laughed and grabbed [...]