Thirst

Her mouth, inhabitable
her body, lyrical
her feast, movable
her neck,
finally
to myself.
So soft.
and yet a perverse
urge to bite.
In a B-movie
I’d puncture
& draw blood —
drag her off.

— listen to the audio version

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