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A Nightdream
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I imagine...
bruising the inside
of your thighs as
I hold them open
because you're not
going to get away
not like this
not until I feel that
shiver come
where I feel
your pulse on the
tips of my fingers
and your breathless whisper
calling upon whoever
your
tiny God is
It doesn't matter.
you are
mine now forever.
"and your breathless
"and your breathless whisper
calling upon whoever
your
tiny God is"
Your gift for lithe and gripping language sizzles in this free-spirited fantasy. I'll certainly be back to relish more of your brilliance.