AquaticBird

you are not perfect. you begin miles beneath that golden line, all sweat and sinew and broken hearts, sheets stained with the hunger of a hundred different girls. you are not perfect. handsome like a fool, a graceful maelstrom whipping through the whippoorwills and kissing birdsong down my spine. you are not perfect. I can see that scar on your hip, the achilles heel in your safeword, animal caged and calculating the next best way to rip into my fresh meat. you are not perfect. but your skin tastes like vodka. eyes blazing obsidian, tongue murmuring sweetness against my name, you are a hunter with far too willing a prey. you are not p