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Duende

I know no direction

But forward

No time but now

My skin hungers

And the scent of you

The nervous excitement

In your eyes,

How it inflames me,

I come to conquer,

Make a delicious mess

Of you,

To speak the language

Of my kind,

Into your secret spaces,

Hear you say my name,

And how,

Baby girl,

You shiver as I

Say yours,

Push

Pull

And tell me

Whose face you

See when night

Draws in,

And who looks at you

With the duende

I

Do

 

 

 

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