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Lust's Canvas


I lie awake in the grey half-light
with an ache and tell-tale wetness
there, on the softest skin.

Fingerpainting I-love-you
in the slippery gouache of my lust;
a dream spending leaving
pearlescent pools on my thighs.

Wanton sighs murmured
across a hundred hills,
bringing your fingers
to cover mine and draw Cupid's
arrow pointing upward
at the target of g-spot,
clit and womb.

Give me this
now, tonight.
Don't leave me
without sliding
in and out and over
again against those places.

Don't leave me
without giving my mind
a loving caress
to make the dream real.

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