beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Halloween

At your door,

A firm, loud knock

No mask

Invite me across

Your threshold

I was drawn here

With a thirst

For someone

Sweet

Against your

Stairs

Hand on your throat

A mean treat

Belly melting tricks

With my lips

Rough against yours

Soft ghost

Words clawing at

Our insides

I know the sweet spots

And I knock on the

Doors of you

Until they answer

Loud as the fireworks

Echoing from the

Future

 

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