You gave them to me
wrapped in silver,
A jeweler's box full
of sparklingly new
staccato syllables,
my precious treasures
to arrange for you.
Now these words stand still,
patiently waiting
for you to need nourishment.
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Tonight our private passion
is exquisite ecstasy.
You come to me in
perfect pleasure,
to feel my fever
and help me burn.
Time disappears when we connect:
a scream of worship,
murmurs from a body in need,
a feral naked grind
in natural rhythms of frantic lust.
Make me your willing woman,
your love slick girl
sweetly flowering for you
here in the darkness.
As I tremble and beg
you will feel my delicious agony,
choosing the moment
to free us both from restraint
so we can lose ourselves
and find each other
on the other side
of bliss.
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