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Esctasy's Agony

Bruise my ribs with laughs & kisses
The bronze spray of a Sun slain
Dying for the inky night
Even then I am warm
Of it's resurrection in your eyes
Thus have my own dollop of rays & twilight
The porcelain of my skin
Is painted with promises spoken
By strong strokes of fingers
& smooth slips of lips
Drenched in drawls of pure animal aggression
Your tame arctic
Only drools fuel on my kiln attraction
Dare me like a stubborn candle wick
 Refusing to flick nor submit.
SE. P.4.14.18.
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