there is a faint dream
dancing upon the whirl
of your overtired eyes
and you ask yourself
do you feel deserving
of the sweat that drips
between her fingers
and spread across her lips?
is excess to quench
what you have missed
pretending to be anything
but subservient to instinct
beast, bitch, bend
to thy unfettered will
perchance to break
upon the edge
you wait so patiently
for the dark to pull you
down with it, but it won’t
because you need it so
and it doesn’t need you
only for the ache
to remain without remedy
pressing through your chest
maybe it will taste kind
when she decides to let you
lick the smirk of the knife
maybe it won’t matter
your thoughts are hers together
as long as she takes her time
and holds you closer
to the memory in mind
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