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Aug 2020
Oh, it never takes long
That rush
Of wind from my every pore
That leaves me
breathless

He appears
He appears
HE appears
And I am d e v a s t a t e d

He says something clever
Or wry
Or bizarre
I am his

If only he would
Want me
If only he would
Make me his


This one's new
The feeling, old
Familiar
And pungent as ever

Lay your flaws at my feet,
My darling~
That I may admire them
And you...

And I am trapped
Within the clutches
Of that beast
Born of my insatiable lust

<3
Written by
Cydney Something  32/F/Portland, OR
(32/F/Portland, OR)   
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