Nighttime and the room is empty
desires mounting
exploring the nerves
To find a wicked gulf
of sticky truths
warm asks
wet whispers
slithering in motion
against discerning fingers
like a dip in viscous pond
of evergreen spring
the frenzy begins
to threaten a tsunami
where moments before
lived a tiny tidal pool
this is what
thoughts of you
Do to me
Darling
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