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#12 Lust

The curve of your back,
The dent of your hips,
The lids of your wide eyes,
The rouge of your lips.

The talc of your skin,
The arc of your breast,
The grace of your fingers
O’er my bare chest.

The arch of your brow,
The sex in your smile,
The gloss on your iris,
Deep green as the Nile.

The flow of your hair,
The grooves of your spine,
The warmth of your stomach
Pressed into mine.

Your hand on my nape,
My arm ’round your waist,
The way that you whisper
“Go faster, make haste.”

Your eyes in your mind,
My teeth on your neck,
My passion inside you
Just willing to wreck.

Then it is over,
The sweat set between,
But I won’t be sated
Till I hear you scream.

“You’re mine now,” I hiss,
You belong to me,
No other can have you
For I have the key.

I lock you away,
You are my own,
You won’t see the light now
Till I take your stone.

The fear in your eyes,
The shake of your spine,
The imprints on your lips
Forever are mine.

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