move me
place the red sheet over my face
command my wetness
dance me into a corssiant of happiness
think....only of eating me
satisfy thy thirst until the moment resembles forever
crumple the skin on my back like leaves
my pleasurable tease,
i desire thee
that grew in the musk of the evening's sensuality
the vines on my head you twist, allow them to interlock in your grip
you are the musician, the author of my operatic convulsions
i take thee not only to thrill me
but to bind me unevenly to all the fingers on your hand
with you i am unpredictable to my own rules
fracture my visions and nurse them on your commitment
construct me by the feet of ecstasy measured by the moans that escape from burning thoughts
fiddle me into a floating reality of the surreal
two step with my lips, control the tempo of their satisfaction
and
then
disappear .........................
be no more..
for this
i
am accustomed to.
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