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Acrobatics

Writer: mlauro1128mlauro1128

I strip before him

acquiesce his

whiskey-laced whisper.


My body

a map of angles

contorting to his whim.


Shredded sighs

breathe vigor into the air.


Heart bare and beating

dripping

in his desire.


Mesmerized.

Agonized.

Paralyzed.


For one poignant pause

I am precious.


He gnaws on my nerves.

Starving, silent, sordid.

I am succulent.


He never rushes.

I am rainwater

cupped in his hands.

He slurps me up then

licks his fingers clean of me.

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