Down
Her harlot red mouth
Wraps around my aorta
Forcing my pulse down
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Orange
I’m ripe and willing
Remove my chastening rind
Break me down, taste me
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Heart line
Hold me as if yours
Stroke my heart line with your tongue
Ravish destiny
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Recluse
Of my life a door
That offers no safe passage
I wait, closet-pressed
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Beauty
However fragile
Beauty, such as I, possess
Summons not through flesh
But drips hot and ambrosial
From the barrel of a pen
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Growl
You wear your brows drawn
A darkened face, in darkness kept
Cinched throat, menacing
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Idle
The Devil’s hand rests
Inside my knotted entrails
Submissively tense
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When I write I don’t worry about gender so the first one is written as if the writer were male
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