Everything is Burning- Tigons and Ligers

I lie awake with you in bed asleep at night and the want of your touch clashes like a thousand swords upon a thousand shields and arms and hands and heads as the need for you  let’s leak deepest feelings while I guard my respect for you, your space and boundaries. I would wish myself so enmeshed with you Twere a deathwish of a thousand cuts on your each and every corner, nook, gnoll, and cranny.   

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