beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Coiled

Coiled around

Me in thought

If not in flesh

And the latter feeds

The former

Unrepentant appetites

Have me leaving marks

On your skin

Deep as the ones

On your soul

And I remain

Fierce with desire

Yet gentle in my touch

Until you compel

Me to

Do

Otherwise

And even then

I hold enough

Control

To deny even

Myself on occasion

So I can taste your own

Flavour

Of delicious agony

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