The melting is in the pit of my stomach. Boiling and burning. | Silver Tongue

The melting is in the pit of my stomach. Boiling and burning. I feel her claw at my insides digging her claws to climb up my gut. I gulp to push her down. Now she spins in the cradle of my hips. A Sizzle in my jaw, a sizzle in my skull. I want to love; I…