To Sever

                    Before we became strangers, you gave me a perfume made of rosewater and pheromones. I sprayed it on my wrist, drew Sharpie lips over my jittering pulse. To love in perfect solitude is a privilege. I kissed and sucked my wrist. I left toothmarks and licked them.
                    When we met, I wove a bracelet from my hair to give you. Then I kept it for myself. Now I wear your smell on one wrist and my bracelet on the other. On bad days, I’m not sure which hand to cut off.

Touch Me. Like This.

An underrated skinspot imo—so fleshy and erotic without the obviousness of tits and ass.


I was always hungry, she would tell me later. From the very beginning.