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Come To The Playground

My gaze falls

Upon you

Breaking your resistance

With the subtle movement

Of orbit

As night falls upon day

Thriving with purpose

I call for you

Come to the playground

I am

Every ride you could take

The rush of the slide

The swooping giddy thrill

Of the swing set

Capering across the bars

I chase you

Capture you

Cover you with hot, burning kisses

To make you laugh with joy

The little deaths

That make my hands

My mouth

My cock

Beautiful playful murderers

With me,

You find the ease of feeling

All your contradictions


Absolved of responsibility

I take command

Without complaint

For it is my gift

And yours




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