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Testa de Nevill
Skin imprinted with his fingertip stains,
the ink never quite drying;
blood rush colors me, there, endless,
in pale satin.. rising to soft blush.
I spill hunger to parchment
each sired predawn,
awaiting his heated touch..
tucking my desire between pages
in most intimate, moist pressing~
leave them for him to find;
lined with dried moonlight, in Time.
Therein lies the ‘unspoken conquering’..
his ownership began many lifetimes anon,
and he has known all along;
each lust'full transgression scribed
in this Book of Dued Belongings,
where I once again empty my soul unto him..
knowing full well, the arcane fee.
the ink never quite drying;
blood rush colors me, there, endless,
in pale satin.. rising to soft blush.
I spill hunger to parchment
each sired predawn,
awaiting his heated touch..
tucking my desire between pages
in most intimate, moist pressing~
leave them for him to find;
lined with dried moonlight, in Time.
Therein lies the ‘unspoken conquering’..
his ownership began many lifetimes anon,
and he has known all along;
each lust'full transgression scribed
in this Book of Dued Belongings,
where I once again empty my soul unto him..
knowing full well, the arcane fee.
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