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I want to form a trapezoid with our legs
and crush lemons and strawberries
between our toes-
lick off each film of blistering taste, until we turn to dust.
I want to see you in sepia, in slate, in pearl-
shuffling your steps towards pressed elation.
I want to corrupt and debase every tangled
misword against your temperate name.
Flush them [...]
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You used to ease through my mind like pornography, grabbing hold of every moral thought and fucking them, slowly and painlessly. You moved like music, your skin, my skin, perfection.
It was early morning sex, afternoon sex, after-supper sex, midnight sex; if my body was not promiscuous, my mind sure as hell was. You were my [...]
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Friday night my throat was anhydrous, my lips desiccant from craving your cloying kiss, buzz, buzz. I hope you are not toying with my emotions; I could sit here all day and take you in. I’m biting down on my lip, chewing on my finger nails, waiting for my euphoric symphony.
This is my shaded ecstasy, [...]
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