Erotic PoetryRemnant of LustYou walk into the room and I know you.
I remember
you;
the memory tingles in my body:
thick,
calloused fingers
around
my throat,
in my hair,
and lips
so soft
against my ear,
whispering
I will
fucking
hurt
you.
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