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Animal Burden

In the dark,

A whispered laugh,

At what an animal I am,

Using you to ascend to a peak of

Shuddering release

Nothing but appetite

And the promise of release

It was cold and dark outside,

Felt the soft warmth of you,

On an edge I couldn’t wait to leap from

Down into the blissful sky of myself

So, if I am an animal,

I accept the observation,

With all it entails

A sweet, feral burden

Which I impose upon you.

 

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