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Jun 2021
slower.
slower.
you're going too fast.
clash into me,
crash upon my lips.
go slow.
go steady
like the tortoise
I cannot bear
the speed,
the feeling
fleeting,
running like the pesky hare.

look at me.
lose yourself in my glance.
tease me.
play me like violin
strings.
use your bow,
make me bow,
don't surrender
without a fight.

let me feel the tension,
thickening through you
like clogged arteries.
stop my heart,
make me want to spill
my secrets
fears
darkest desires
in the light of moon.

Give me what I want…
in tiny,
bite-sized
increments.
Make my heart race.
Let its pulse
pound
catching my breath
as the sheets
catch your beads
of sweat.
Let me submit
to
your every desire.
slowly,
ever so slowly...
fulfill mine.

My hands,
should they tremble.
should I resist
your flame against
mine,
make it
a
sin.
Let your touch turn
my spine
into chilled bones and tremors.

give me a reason
to leave
reasoning
behind.
let your soul
pressed
in the heat of mine
be that of dancers.

let our rhythm and music
be the tempo of movement.
make symphonies
of cacophonous
sounds,
cries,
ones I can
no longer hold.

slow.
slower.
let me feel all
that the groove
can offer.
let your
forbidden
lips
open
the gates
to no return.

let my secret be
that I feel this way.
that my lips
remained sealed,
my soul silenced
and the flame in
a glass jar,
burning bright.
waiting,
shaking
flickering
for the glass to break.

break the glass
take me.
have me.
walk through
the rose petaled
garden.
dance
with
me,
fellow dancer.

I will not
disclose the secret
plain,
exposed
like the
words
you once
wrote.
I cannot
bare,
the
embarrassment
of giving you
such satisfaction
that I,
of all people
fall weak
to your alluring
scent.
to your
damning
eyes
and skin
so soft
I'd mark
with official
stamp.

no,
too easy.
far too easy
to keep my pride.
I will endure
the flames
screaming
begging
to be released.

the way
you move.
act innocent,
breathe.
it stirs me,
moves me to
abandon
reason
like some sort
of
insatiable
angel.

it's sickening,
I can barely
stand it.
I must,
even for a moment,
distract myself.
just to avoid.
Ali J
Written by
Ali J  21/F
(21/F)   
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     Bogdan Dragos and Cody Smith
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