beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, Uncategorized, women

A House Ablaze

To sit and look at you

Invites the urge

To move forwards

Propelled into action

My hands brushing

Along the graceful line

Of your neck

Then to seize without

Violence but not

without strength

I’ve ran my tongue

Along your scars

And found them sweet

To taste

I take pleasure in

Making you scream

Weep

Sigh

Spasm against my fingers

Asking permission

Sets the building of me

Ablaze and I am chained within

Waiting until the heat

Grows enough

To soften the links

And freed,

I will

Hunt

You

Down with lust

 

 

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