Lust: A Terzanelle
By emg32
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You smile at me with a shy visage,
My heart rises, sinks, defies gravity,
I’m warm enough to mold your image.
I want to kiss your throat, that sweet concavity.
Blanket you with words and kisses and skin,
My heart rises, sinks, defies gravity.
I want to taste you, salt and chemicals and sin
as I sit by your bed, chin on my knees.
Blanket you with words and kisses and skin.
I don’t care, lean over and whisper obscenities,
let your body lead me to doom,
as I sit by your bed, chin on my knees.
You exhale smoke in a stuttered plume,
watch me shake though slitted eyes.
Let your body lead me to doom,
and blot out this moment of rain and soft lies.
You smile at me with a shy visage,
Watch me shake through slitted eyes;
I’m warm enough to mold your image.
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Very nice emg32. It
Thanks for reading. I am grateful for your time.
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I love this. It's been
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A terzanelle is a poetry
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