day 23: cleansing
I've kept my body pure for you. Only water touches my lips. When I see you again, my tongue tastes flesh and blood.
Why is it that I want to smile when your serious eyes find mine? I try to force myself into your stoicism. My muscles twinge and I suspect that I'm not successful. When your torso turns toward me, a thrill runs through my body. This feeling is addictive.