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Saturday, 7 January 2017

[Poem] Smoulder Me

Smoulder me,
Invisible hands caressing my skin;
And then smother me,
Let the air slither up my throat gently.

I drink your thoughts in,
Like nectar feeding my emptiness.

Kiss me,
Melt your lips into my very own;
You are invited
To prod more than my mind.

I take your gaze in,
Pinning it against my will, wildly.

Tell me,
Are your thoughts on me right now;
Taunt me,
With words that claw at my heart.

I tear your shield off,
For sensations only you'd awaken.

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