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Warm Honey

The scent of the man
Lingers
Her fingers
Lightly
the notion overwhelms
A kiss will tell
Surely?
to be absolved
in that man’s eye
under his skin
makes light
and dreaming
pastel play
in making
cries out
Oh the aching
where honey
warm and slow
Dripping
seeps into her flower
Breathing,
reaches out
in longing
and melts
into his fist.

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Sticky Fruit

It poses the question: the good, when-
She likes it bad
the back of a hand
Its workings
never wasted
this sticky floor
Wanton, encompassing
of all her making
fresh, ripe
ready for taking
She shuffles lower
Like-permitting
Humbled in her mute
A choking mind flare
“Bitch. Submit.”

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Pickup

The night echoing
a Nokia ringtune
I play in the dark
with my fingers
whilst flashing light
disguised
beneath the crumpled
sheets.

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