Mend

Trust me, man.  
I have nothing to hide.  
 
Are you looking for a mend?  
I can be your thread.  
 
What color do you prefer?  
I can be your friend.  
 
Can I taste you, my man?  
I would love to mend  
Into your blend.  
 
Can you talk to me?  
I want to hear your lust.  
I want to mend your soul.  
Drink your blood.  
 
I want to eat your bones.  
Taste your cum.  
Here is a small piece of paper  
write your name.  
 
Write your soul,  
write me a song.  
 
Mend by Cinthia Carolina
Book: Martinis, Sex & Poetry - Stir The Fire Within  
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