- Erotic Poetry
- Grim
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You didn’t look like your photos:
No flowing black robes, nor skeletal frame, nor harvester’s scythe.
You were my age (but of course you’d be my age).
And you were cute.
When it happens, you’ll sing
“I’ve been here the whole time,
Waiting to meet you,
Waiting to get to know you,
Playing your games,
Teasing you,
Learning how to touch you
And showing you how to touch me.
I am every story you’ve ever heard.
I am every possibility.
I am the music you hear in otherwise vacant moments.
I am the temptation;
I am the mess;
I am the consequences.
I am all of us.”
And then you’ll lick me from my head to my toes.
And I’ll whimper
and growl.
The TV will be playing,
And someone will be in the other room.
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