beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Deny

I’ll deny you

With a smile

Revelling in

Your rebellion

As you push back

Against me

Whimpering as

I slip past your clothes

Using you with a playful authority

Amidst the tasks

Like precious stones dotted amongst

Sand

Some part of me wants to take you

On the swings

Write your name in the sand

And it powers the honeyed menace

Of my voice

Glazing you in my lust

As you writhe with delicious

Torment

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