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Garden Variety

Lover,
my tongue dances across your lips
where the heat coils tight –
I become the snake
basking in the firelight
wrapped, and
like wax
melt into your arms.

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Wordplay

You’d be horrified if you knew
the person I turned into,
the things I have done
and those I’m yet to do.

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Sanctuary

“Oh honey,” he said, stroking my head, “you should have used your safe word.”

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