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Bookmark my lust.
Oh that I were a book
touched by your hands each night
held tenderly into the hushed hours
pages turned with anticipation
devoured with passion
one more page
one last sigh
a carnal bookmark
holds the spot
your eyes close
I vanish
you're drifting now
sinking
ever sinking
into the mattress
to the emptiness of sleep.
touched by your hands each night
held tenderly into the hushed hours
pages turned with anticipation
devoured with passion
one more page
one last sigh
a carnal bookmark
holds the spot
your eyes close
I vanish
you're drifting now
sinking
ever sinking
into the mattress
to the emptiness of sleep.
Published 5th Nov 2024
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