Show me
How you want
These words
Inhale them,
Rub them into your skin
Swallow them
Feel them sliding
Down the back of
Your throat,
Salted caramel sweetness
Or rough enough
To cut off the blood supply,
Do you want my words
To leave bruises,
Stripes on your bum
And thighs
But I know
Where they go,
Deep and felt
As the ripening
Of soft, summer fruit,
Juices flowing
Like the wine
Of your lips.
Make you gush
With the power
Of each
Fucking
Word.
So true! I like this.
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