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Enough

I crave his form,
his seed upon my lips
his name falling from
my spine as I whither
away under his shadow

It is not enough;

I crave his poison,
his throat as he catches his breath
his desire as I coil myself around him
my senses cloudy
folded in his sin

It is not enough;

I crave his soul,
his granite like tongue
his touch clawing at my rapture
consuming me
and missing me when I'm gone


Written by tommielynn (Tommie Lynn)
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