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i kiss you like the

thirsty woman kisses her

new bottle of gin

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Your mark on my mouth:

Leaves my lips stained like fingers

Picking blackberries.

You burn this light all

along my nerves skin and bone.

Our conflagration.

i

swim

to

consciousness

somewhere

in

the

predawn

hint and hum of light

and

drown myself

in you

again

and

again and again.

again.

the taste of your sweat

under my tongue. Your skin, mine.

My sweat on your tongue…

he holds her

tight

by the throat

until

soft mews of

desire

escape from her

mouth.

By now,

she

has no words.

He has stolen them,

lost them,

sunk them.

drowned them in

waves

and

waves

and waves

of

pleasure

pleasurepleasurealittle

pain

painpleasure.

Sharp

grazed

bite tooth nail

Sudden

softness of

lips and mouth and skin.

her indrawn breath.

The tightening of

his fingers.

her outdrawn gasp.

The

tightening

of

his

fingers.

my bite bruised lip and

my nail scratched back, the slow slow

delicious falling

i am afflicted

with a craving for your flesh,

i will sink my teeth deep

We don’t kiss.

Your thumb traces

the outline

of my

lips,

strokes the

curve

of closed

eyelids,

travels cheek chin jawline,

lingers lower,

returns

to mouth.

I take you with

teeth

tongue

touch

taste.

We don’t kiss.

your hands trailed fire, dark

blaze of desire leaving its

brand upon her skin

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