beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Kitchen Star

Kisses going off

Like fireworks in the sky

Inside

A model of restraint

Teased into brutality

My merciless fingers

Grazing against damp, tender

flesh

Your attention bones to the 

Brushing touches

Dancing to call spirits

In your kitchen

Taste of good gin 

On our lips

Here, you surrender 

And won a state of perpetual grace

Softened and expanded 

Like a bright, burning star.

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