Late

January 31, 2018

My body aching for that spurge of desire

I want you on top and pulling me in

Those aching screams as you pull me under

twisting and turning me around

holding me by my neck

screaming in my ear

words of desire

tension in the air

I can't hold on much long

I think I might just burst.

-art

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