This night’s chill
melts away as I
trace my tongue
along your sleek,
outstretched neck,
its pulse invitingly
reminds me of the
hunger which waits
yet to be satisfied;
calms my screaming
that you left me
without paying for
your last seduction.
It warms me so
to take it now.
 

04/13/2002

Posted on 04/16/2002
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