a physical presence
it grows with denial
forcing my hand
to the back of your neck
to pull you
up into a kiss
lends strength
to the curl of my fingers
in your hair
lifts your toes
to dangle off the ground
digging into soft flesh
lifting you
into my embrace
blood rushing
to darken lips
crushed against mine
all illusions of gentility
to the beast of my desire

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