With the last embrace long forgotten,
Arms still cradling your silhouette
Tingle with atrophy.
Eyes completely black in concentration
I impose beauty upon you.
Every crack in your skin, every wound…
You absolutely glow with warm red light bled from many men.
So when you lay your hands upon me-
I crackle and my pulse slows- then quickens.
Losing my train of thought,
The palms of your hands sliding down my back feel all at once rough and turn my skin raw.
Your lips are as broken glass and cut deeper as your passion increases.
Utterly devoid of inner strength to contain the delicate beauty draining from your person,
I gaze upon you.
And sink deeper in love.
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