The smell

Of your skin,

The warm curve of

Your hip,

Against my fingers,

How I awake,

To miss them,

Yet such is the

Small trade for

The delay of gratification,

And how when I come

To claim you,

With such force of desire,

It will shake your bones,

A gushing, dancing storm,

Of feeling,

Pinning you down

And filling you with my


Sated but never full,

I am raw and intent,

To show you the

Strength within me,

Leave only tingling


The wet spoonful

Of my passion,

Enough to feel me

Throughout the day.


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