I have the images,
But not the words.
The sensation
The touch
The drip.
Down my spine and between my legs
With the tip of your tongue
Bringing me to the edge.
Bite me where it’s sensitive
And warm
Suck me where it’s slippery and
wet.
A bit of pain
A lot of pleasure.
Ha.
Everything is there for you to feast on.
For your eyes only
For you.
Innocent and sweet
Like sickly poison.
For I am the scorpion
Deadliest of all signs
Goddess of passion
If only lust had a mouth
For words to spill from it’s sweet lips.
Seduction.
Sensuous as they may be.
I breathe them here
– Today, tonight
For you
As I cry in anguish
With each new touch
It keeps me wishing
Lust.
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