Challenge
Happy Pride Month
a spark
When hers
Presses their rosy lips against her cheek,
She feels a spark ignite in her,
Her broken heart mends with the thread of love,
Tingling sensations spreading across her parched skin,
Insatiable lust swirling in her mind
As she inches closer to them.
When mine
Presses their rosy lips against my cheek,
I feel nothing.
I'm different
And I embrace myself.
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