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My rough

Hands wander 

Over you

Calling up heat

Like prayer


As I give voice

To hunger

Once silent

But loud and 


Slip beneath your

Clothes like divine 


Divining your 


Plucking forbidden

Fruit with each languid

Brush of my fingers

Reach for me

In return

Trace the solid column

Of my intent

Thorough and playful

I press

Cajole and make

Plain my intention

And struggle back

Make your surrender 

A prize

As open

To me

As sunlight

Opens flowers

By MBBlissett

Writer. Working on book-length projects and posting fiction and poetry here.

You can find more about me here:

Represented by SMART Talent Agency (

I am available for writing projects via my agent, Kelly and I look forward to hearing from you.

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