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Flirtatious
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Her fingers trace the etched ink
of my thigh
tickling dense muscle
playing tunes of doom and ruin
in the key of F-Major
her curiosity was taut
with ample cues
the way she moved
her eyes hungered to devour every ounce
of knowledge a man has garnered over his life
to lay it down
on the mattress and show her
fantasies are tangible
within reach
all the times she lay awake
trembling
passion alight on the tips of her fingers
were
A way to train her body to receive
a bounty that only she is able to
grasp
in sweaty palms
and whispered psalms
entreaties to deities that live below the navel..
take the resistance in tension
twist it
play with the molecules in the air until
they hummm
in tight unwavering vibrations
til our skin is tingling
and we feel
electricity's static embrace
She wants torn buttons
pulled hair
a reflection to last
in stained-glass memories
tattoos traced on her fingertips
and that lingering sensation
slick-wet
that forever touches her desire
crying my name into the dark
before reincarnation from the little deaths
etched on her clit...
Her fingers trace the etched ink
of my thigh
tickling dense muscle
playing tunes of doom and ruin
in the key of F-Major
her curiosity was taut
with ample cues
the way she moved
her eyes hungered to devour every ounce
of knowledge a man has garnered over his life
to lay it down
on the mattress and show her
fantasies are tangible
within reach
all the times she lay awake
trembling
passion alight on the tips of her fingers
were
A way to train her body to receive
a bounty that only she is able to
grasp
in sweaty palms
and whispered psalms
entreaties to deities that live below the navel..
take the resistance in tension
twist it
play with the molecules in the air until
they hummm
in tight unwavering vibrations
til our skin is tingling
and we feel
electricity's static embrace
She wants torn buttons
pulled hair
a reflection to last
in stained-glass memories
tattoos traced on her fingertips
and that lingering sensation
slick-wet
that forever touches her desire
crying my name into the dark
before reincarnation from the little deaths
etched on her clit...
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