Your voice in my head
Resonates with need.
I can hear the depth of it
Sounding my own greed
For the weight
Of your attention.
My tongue lisps
With lust for you.
Lips grown heavy
Wait to feel
The heat of flesh
Between them.
Do what you will,
Say how you feel,
I am yours,
In thrall, enslaved.
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